he had to have been at least 80,
his veiny, shaking hands
tossing salads and flipping burgers.
i worked for him as a waiter -
low pay and crappy hours.
but i always got the days off i wanted.
one time i asked for a saturday
so i could go see a concert downtown.
the day was also his anniversary.
'let's rock, paper, scissors for it,' he said.
my rock beat his shaking paper,
and for a minute i felt guilty.
another waiter tried the same thing
when no one could fill for them but the old man.
rock, paper, scissors, shoot ...
i wasn't surprised he picked paper.
