a lovely couple

I had to take a shit
but instead I went
into this shop to
have a key made.
the woman was dressed in gingham and smelled
like a muskrat.
“Ralph,” she hollered
and an old swine in a
flowered shirt and
size 6 shoes, her
husband, came out and
she said, “This man
wants a key.”
he started grinding
as if he really didn’t
want to.
there were slinking
shadows and urine
in the air.
I moved along the
glass counter,
pointed and called
to her,
“Here, I want this
one.”
she handed it to
me:   a switchblade
in a light purple
case.
$6.50 plus tax.
the key cost
practically
nothing.
I got my chance and
walked out on
the street.
sometimes you need
people like that.