Parking Meter

I am a parking meter, I live or shall I say stand on the corner next to the lawn on the boardwalk. I watch people walk by at all hours of the day and night. People constantly put money (change) into my mouth, it tastes like dirty fingers.

 I see a lady a lot, she always drivers up in a little white wagon, she looks into my eyes, then writes on a paper and puts in onto the windshield of the poor car who happens to be sitting there. The owner of this car comes back , looks at the paper and kicks me....what did I do wrong? It wasn't my fault!! What did that mean lady see in my eyes?

Copyright 1985


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