March 3rd

Blues blaring
swaggering down.
Advertisements
they surround.

Oil,
slightly burned,
while popcorn kernels
are being churned.

Hugh Jackson,
staring me down.
Scared face.
Furrowed frown.

A group of young ‘ins
dressed all in black.
Are they working,
or do they slack?

Long hallways.
Ceilings so high.
First job interview
for my sixteen-year-old guy.

3-3-2017