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The Divine Miss P.
by Ken HarnischShe climbed in the car
All pearls and perfume
Wearing her money in her hair
And on her neck
Though she carried none in her
Bejeweled purse.
She spoke on a cellphone,
Lifting her wavy bangs
Only to tell me
I should put the air conditioning
On max
And we must do lunch
When youre in town
Kiss-kiss
And we must see Arthur
He is dying to have
That party
In the Hamptons
And we must do something about
The grass at the beach house
With all this fucking rain
And when we arrived at the hotel
She snapped the cellphone shut
Awaiting my hand upon the door
So she could slide over
And make the grand exit
Tossing her hair back as she went,
At least she remembered to say
Thank you, driver
09/02/2004 Posted on 09/02/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/02/04 at 01:00 PM This packs a whollip.... funny how some people are that way. As you said at least she remembered to say thank you. I wonder how many times we are all guilty of doing this though, in one small way or another. I rather like this one Ken, it sure makes me stop and think. |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 10/17/08 at 05:23 AM I can think of quite a few Miss P's (although there are many more in NY than on my current side of the nation). Hmph, women who are queens in their own mind! |
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