Time’s a Lousy Tipper, But Still…
Three dimensions of time
walk into your bar
and your coworker says,
What can I get you?
And What Was replies,
You already have,
while What Is
crosses her arms and smirks
but What Might Be
smiles and says,
“We’ll take three
Tom Collinses.”
Your coworker throws you
an eye-roll, and you know
what she’s thinking:
Time’s a lousy tipper,
so you shrug, and say,
“I’ll look after them.”
By the end of the night,
you regret your offer
to tend the Times’ table—
your head is pounding—
too much time with Time
can do that to a person.
On the way out, What Might Be
hangs back, and whispers,
for your ears only,
I wouldn’t take my usual
route home, if I were you,
and before you can clarify,
she’s gone. Lousy tippers?
Maybe. But there are tips,
and tips.
This piece of knowledge,
you keep to yourself.
In case they come in again
sometime.