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at the book nook

by Emily G Myers

he sits there
listening to horns and drums
his hairline is receding
and his car's a classic
he smiles and gives me a discount
he warns me
'you know, that Bell Jar - it's depressing'
he doesn't know me
or what I've been through
but he's seen me buy records
Led Zeppelin, Heart, Janis Ian
he knows I like the 70's
'okay, thanks' I say
his eyes are small
but the sparkle when he smiles
he watches me walk away
never knowing
always underestimating
he sees me as a child
a child with good taste
but a child
and he sits there
listening to his 50's muzak
his hairline receding
he watches me walk outside
fuzzy dice hang from his rearview
I drive home
and I can't forget
my encounter with a neo-Fonzie at the used-book-store
never knowing
always underestimating

02/25/2001

Posted on 10/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dana E Brossard on 10/19/05 at 05:52 PM

I think the world could use some more of your neo-Fonzies.

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