Bob Genevro

Rookie - 0 Points (February 20,1951 / Palo Alto, CA)

Used Car Sales Vultures - Poem by Bob Genevro

in the Dodge Center showroom
they perch on mahogany tables
flick their Marlboro ashes on their 3-piece navy-blue suits
stare with bloodshot eyes
through the picture window

They weave like pin balls
through green gold red white blue cars & trucks
in the hot black asphalt parking lot
in pursuit
of customer carcasses

'This is the best deal
in town'
peck peck
'This truck
is top of the line'
peck peck
This is the last one we have
It'll be gone tomorrow.'
peck peck peck
'You're not signin' the papers today?
What's there to think about? '
peck

After the blue ink dries
they clutch their claws around
the pink & white documents
and hobble back
to their mahogany tables


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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