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“I’m Grumpy.”

Beyond the piles of peanuts and change, dishes and glass­ware,
beneath the splashed on Polo Crest, Sean Jean cloth­ing, and Bill Blass under­wear,
He was quiet and mys­te­ri­ous, a man of few words that loved his work.

“Mmm…”

But he was sur­rounded by shiny things that said more.
Shiny orange wood­work.
Shiny golden lions.
Shiny cars. And cars. And cars.
Cars took him to work, cars took him to food.

“I want to eat soup.”

End­less bot­tles of wine and end­less shots of Patron.

“Son? Babe? Get me a beer.”

Cars took him every­where, dressed in pajama pants,
with a wad weigh­ing down his pocket.
Except when he was mow­ing, in a head­band and scrub pants.
Or when he was walk­ing.
Or when he was watch­ing the Jay­hawks or the Bulls.
Or when he was work­ing.
Or when he was cook­ing.
Or when he was eating.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Just one more thing, sonny…”

“I’m going to see John.”

“You know that?”

Mike, Mar­lene, Michelle & Nick