Into the car we took to install new
Floors in an empty house, as the miles
Slid by under the crushing traffic, we
Kind of talked Chrysler, Dodge, Jeep, or Ram. Then
The jokes. Like the green along the southern
California interstates, this side was
Seldom seen. His schoolyard punchlines horded,
Memorized, and embellished. Curated.
But they were the old standby. Remixed with
His own insights. He must have felt it too.
The old dog slowly metering out his
New tricks. But by the time we made it to
The jobsite, the yellow-black power of
His hidden genius had brought me to tears.