for a lousy sprained foot
hobbling through one corridor to another
from one waiting room to another
from ANOTHER waiting room to…. another
no nurse offering shoulder
crutch or cane.
in one waiting room
a mother and her daughter
giggle with no age difference
‘mom that soldier who was killed yesterday-
look at his picture profile – he was cute’
‘OH HE WAS SUPER CUTE – WICKED CUTE’
and the giggles continue.
hobble out with foot wrapped
told 7 days of no weight and lots of
snow peas frozen
look for ticket booth to pay for parking
or cash machine to take out a twenty
in emergency they have never seen one.
over to front ENTRANCE
hobble outside around hospital
a few football lengths holding onto rails and bushes
hoping alarms do not go off.
find ticket machine
find cash machine
and pay the toll master
hobble back across the infield
foot bandaged so i can’t kick for the extra point
wonder why the hell don’t they have these machines at every
climb in truck
and now search out a drug store
to rent some crutches
or a chaplin cane.
donations may be welcomed
you got my 20 bucks in parking
and i got my exercise
and i got my intelligent conversation for the day
i think on the way home
i’ll stuff my wallet in the glove compartment
and i’ll leave the radio