John Goosey

Over the Counter

The executive editor of Billboard magazine says it ain't possible

Fake glasses

looking through a two-way window I thought

it was

a one-way.

This is sad.

A middle-eastern circumference asks for identification.

A police officer wants to have a word

with you

in the corner of the gallery.

I leer over the counter, her straight teeth disgust,

but somehow

that sour-cream smile

contains a laughter

with which

I could dance.

John Goosey © 2009