Distorted bass
nearly three blocks away
I wait
at the mercy of the traffic light
waitin
n waitin
for it to change
from red to green
so I won't have to deal
with him . . .
Mr. BOOM BOOM Man.
But my rearview mirror
it doesn't lie
n pumping his system
from my behind
I see his calling card
baby lavender twinkle lights
hugging a chrome-plated license plate
five-digit proclamation:
Double O Bad
coming at me!
A fifty-pound medallion
heaving a hickey-stained neck
closer
to the center of his manhood:
his beeper.
He pulls up slowly . . .
lowered Nissan mini truck
fills the vacancy on my left
n as the automatic tinted window
makes it slow way down,
I start to wonder
Why,
why can't I be like the cool girls
and like the cars that go:
BOOM BA BOOM . . . ?
Dig the way quarters
bounce off vinyl roofs?
Funky, fresh and stoopid
they say.
But then a flash
of gold gilded teeth
blinds my thoughts
n Mr. BOOM BOOM
shouts out:
Hey!
Sen-yo-reeeeta!
mamacita!
You speak English?
Hey . . . YOU
I'm talkin' to you . . .
aaah, you deaf bitch!
And then
I remember.
I wanna yell out,
Yeah, I speak English,
Pig Latin too
so Uckfay Offay
Mr. BOOM BOOM
Take your fade
n f-f-fade away!
But the light has turned green
n I don't have the time
(or the balls, really)
I take off
FAST
leaving behind
Mr. BOOM BOOM
Bu-foon.
-Michele Serros
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