An old lady with a hunched back had just left the Bar @ Pacific Theaters (at The Grove)
and was headed for the door.
She was pulling a parking voucher out of her purse to get it stamped.
And she had just finished her beer,
I want to say after watching ‘Overboard.’
Voucher in hand she slowly lurches off her stool and with a crane cranks herself towards the
revolving doors that would lead her out of the Pacific Theaters at The Grove towards the fountains that dance for Sinatra and always Sinatra even during Christmas
Outside the Pacific Theaters at the Grove.
Some dude on a date with a guy nudges his newfound boy-toy’s shoulder,
Points at the lady as she tries to push herself out and through the doorway.
She’s caught in some sort of kinetic vortex,
battling at the handles for the cycle to go her speed as an eager couple late for their movie tries to barrel on through,
Leftover quesadilla in their Cheesecake Factory plastic bag with the emblazoned cursive red print that allows them to assume they’d just dined and died in Vienna,
But with quesadillas.
Meanwhile this dude with the baby-trick’s just getting a kick out of the shit,
Nudging on and pressing it onto his bought-out ass piece wearing Penguin and some
dressed to impress in LA (he should’ve worn a graphic tee),
And he knows it with his hands in his pockets
You can see his upset from his being asked to look at what makes his ride-home feel vindicated and immune to the amorphous curse of time,
As him and his other buddies crack yes now,
Something about WD-40 on the bitch.
The young man does nothing to help the lady
As she hobbles onward and into the night light off dancing fountains and 20 dollar salads without salmon at La Piazza.
Quesadilla couple makes it to their movie.
I think the boys with their boys were headed for the same auditorium.
I would’ve done something but I was a next in line for a beer,
at the Bar @ Pacific Theaters,
This one time in the Pacific Theaters lobby at The Grove.