Oy Vey

Posted by jeresk on April 18, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

they told me the driver would be waiting
when I got off my train waiting
next to the angel statue at Penn Station
30th St. door waiting
with a sign with my name
but he wasn’t

I’m early I think
so I think I have time
to run to the bathroom
at the other end of the station.

I’m pushing through the crowd
a big crowd at the other end
when a tiny man in a cap breathing hard from running
happens to look up and
happens to look into my eyes
and he says just before I pass

you eskelsen?

I say well

he says swell
I’m your driver but they made me park
way over here I was hoping I’d
recognize you.

I say
did they send you a picture?

he says nope.
but you look jewish.

I say
did they tell you to look for someone
who looks jewish?

he says nope.
but your last name.
it’s jewish.

I say well
it’s my husband’s last name
and it’s danish.

he says well
it sounds jewish
and you look jewish
so there ya go.
it all works out.

there is a deeply profound
ultimate and universal lesson here.

I have no idea what it is.

but I got to where I was going
so there ya go.

it all works out.


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