AFTER-NOON
AFTER-NOON
AFTER-NOON
I’m not a morning person so I stay awake to not be late when early morning meetings arrive.
I didn’t wanna let her down, so I dropped her off, went to the other side of town after I parked my car so the ticket man could let the sweeper through. I took Hers to Rose, the rusted teal blue tattered muffler shop on the corner of where she grew. I pull up, and the shop doors do too. A brief salutation To what’s his name, “I’m waiting for Juan”, “He’ll be back in 30”, parked the car, up a wall, set the timer, no shoes, light up a smoke, cold coffee iced brew, playing scriptures from a phone I can’t hear, but once I’m done not listening, drop down. Then there’s you; the patriarch.
We take our time-14 till. Coffee is a cool drink when the morning needs a chill.
Cross the street with six feet, to the car then around, waiting in the drive through now.
As we proceed theres a man putting pressure on the building waiting his turn to give a thorough cleaning.
Quick phone driver side-update ord-arrived, round back through the song, from the back, now meet Juan.
In broken English I understood the job would be done and I was grateful to God that there was an interpreter because man, I gotta learn Spanish.
Here are the parts in heavy, small cardboard boxes; drums, rotors, pads hardware and shoes heavy for me, now heavy for you.
Here are the keys.
Let the small browned man with a warm sense of humor coming through his smile get to do his thing all by his lonesome-in awhile,
Back with pa, enters ma.
Gotta take her sons car too;after talks of God the Just ,the unjustified, grace works, get brake cleaner…we forgot that as well.
Back again, yes Coffee friend in the ride to see what the damage was when your son forgets to change the oil too,” he needs to see it black” for it to become real.
Up, then down (after a call) answered your question on the cellphone, “yes & no, the secularists have an attitude like the Christian’s should and the Christian’s are acting like the secularists could”.
Out the smoke (sizzled, done) up then gone from the stoop, the other mechanic, now back to the garden.
Eating in the afternoon. I’m not used to it.
I know I said thank you, because the soups were good, but would have been better if they were salted (,but yes, there was light),and oh-if you mixed the two-how great it would have been.
And I heard your days are longer when you get up in the morning.
Who would have known someday I’d really want to move from waking after-noon.
