classical fries

In my car at the drive-thru
radio on Classical

fat ape of a man
hands me a drink.

he's all ass,
a big ass
up to his face
and around the
tank of his rear.

there is no
crack
in the middle.

he should
not be here
of all places.

I wait for the rest.

I turn up Haydn
1777 in the key of Bb.

watch for the
Adagio section of
strings

air conducting the
string section

a riff of a
finger and a
trumpet dances
on the strings
like
raindrops in some
far off tropical rain-forest.

a flick of a wrist and
hold
on the harmony

fall of the wrist
resume

the melody
continues.

the sliding window
opens.

food comes through
the window in a
brown paper bag.

the 6th symphony
ends.

good timing
fat man.

he could
of been writing
symphonies
for us in another
time

it was too bad
fate fucked him
in that big fat ass
of his