The Robber

I walked into work that day
And put my purse down.
The cook started prepping the food
I started setting the tables.
Boss would be there any minute
I started his coffee; he’d want it hot.
I heard something in the kitchen
So I hollered, “Jack, Shut the….”
And then I saw him
Dressed in black, from head to toes.
Had his head covered in some maskie thing
But that ring, I knew it good.
As we looked at each other, we both knew what we had to do
So I asked him, “Can I help you, Sir?”
And I waited for the next move.
“When’s your boss due, bitch?” he snarled
Then I saw him wince.
He knew better than to get smart.
Piss me off and I’d go over their
And knock his head with my right arm.
I said calmly “Boy, he should be here within the next 10 minutes or so.”
“Then woman I guess you should get money ready quickly to go.”
I counted quick, and then some slow, and then more quick, as not to piss him off.
Then reluctantly handed him the money and watched him count as fast as he could.
He looked at me, with sad, sweet eyes, and walked to take off.
Told me “I’m sorry” as he walked passed Jack
And I watched my son walk out the back door.