at
interview I wore my old man’s suit.
the
jacket looked pretty good
but the
trousers were tight
and so
short
I looked
like Norman Wisdom.
still I
went along with it
smiling
so much it hurt
ignoring
the tic below my right eye
and the
sweat running down my neck.
the
three men before me were at home in their suits
though
one said
he was
wearing his brother’s suit
he was
only joking
not a
real comedian, like me.
walking
home afterwards
I was
tempted to re-evaluate my whole life
but
bought a beer and thought
better
of it.
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