The Resident Guest
Shuffle, shuffle, tiny shuffles
Flat feet, tiny shuffles,
penguin-walk with bulky shoes.
San Francisco
Luxury hotel
Resident guest
at valet parking.
A very old man
wife dripping designer,
Saint Laurent cape, inside out-
label exposed.
“Where is the car? My husband called.”
“Yes, Ma’am. It’s on its way.”
In it splashes, bright
shiny red
Ferrari F12 Berlinetta
DMV plates taped to the window
Used car, but new to him.
Old man. Old money.
Car turns off.
Valet hands the keys.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
A very old man, once
tall
now bent over.
Shuffle, shuffle, tiny shuffles
Flat feet, tiny shuffles,
penguin-walk with bulky shoes.
How will he drive?
Is he able?
Is it safe?
Wife gets in – wine bottle in hand,
a birthday gift for host.
Valet closes door.
“My pleasure.”
A very old man, once
tall
now bent over
gets in sports car seat.
How he manages, I’m not sure.
Vroom, crackle,
barks the car.
Catching the nearby motorhead’s ear.
He puts it in gear.
Old man – Oh wow!
Look how
he goes
a red streak on Market Street
Jennifer Elliott
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