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“The Drive”
 
She pushes her
titanium-crafted
heavy Amex
Black Card
across the white
marble counter
the contrast
between the two
speaks to some
hidden symbolism
of capitalism  
but she’s fine
with letting the
girls
that don’t have
a no-limit
credit card
in their Chanel
Classic Flap Bag
figure out
that meaning,
the sales lady
runs the card
giving her the
special attention
a card like that
commands
before sliding it
across the white
marble
back towards
her
not making a
comment on it’s
weight
like most sales
clerks do
which only
shows
they have very
little experience
with this tier
of shopper,
she picks up
the card
puts it back
in her Chanel
bag
takes her nicely
wrapped purchase
that has been
put in a
brightly colored
high quality
paper bag
with very sturdy
handles
the store’s logo
on the side
of the bag
shouting out
to all
that see it
she is someone
to be noticed,
she gives the
clerk
a fake smile
in return for
all her hard
work
the clerk
expecting nothing
more
then she
does a little
turn
in front of
the counter
puts on her
Ray-Ban
sunglasses
before she
heads towards
the large double
doors
still quite a
ways a way
the heels of
her
Christian Louboutin
shoes
striking the highly
polished floor
announcing her
presence
long before her
arrival
their red soles
making a statement
every time they
flash
as they
momentarily
come up from
the floor,
she pulls her
phone
out of her
handbag
never breaking
stride
or slowing down
for the doors
ahead of her
having full
confidence
a store employee
will be there
at the right
moment
to open them
up for her
and as predicted
a handsome
young man
perfectly times
their parting
as her slender
right foot
goes from climate
controlled
air conditioning
into the bright
California sun
her high heel
shoes
now making a
sharper sound
as they hit
the shiny
well kept
sidewalk
of the drive
similar effects
echoing
from the other
women’s heels
as they pass
by her
but her
Follies Spikes
stilettos
make a very
distinct sound
that seems to
rise above the
others,
swinging her
up scale
shopping bag
in her left
hand
the cell phone
carrying her
nonstop conversation
in her right
hand
as the sun
adds to her
already deep
tan
that is
complimented
by her selection
of clothes
names of which
you normally
only hear spoken
when a lady
is walking down
the Red Carpet
but in her
vocabulary
those names
just mean daily
wear,
she pauses
to look in
a store front
window
at a ladies Rolex
Pearlmaster 39
that she would
wear
more as a
bracelet
then a time
piece
she likes the
feel of the
weight
on her wrist
not the functionality
of it,
she checks herself
out
in the glass
happy with the
look
she’s getting in
the reflection
a well planned
outfit
for this time
of the day
the short skirt
purposely picked
out
to really accent
her long legs
and thin waist
which all becomes
even more evident
as she turns
her back to
the glass
and walks
away
down the drive,
even her shadow
could draw your
attention
a sexy silhouette
following behind
her
mimicking  
her very fluid
movements
a well learned
attitude
coming from both
her
and her symmetrical
shadow
as they
both claim
the drive,
the day,
and the sun
as their
very own…
 
     Tom Allen…09-29-2018…