A Penny Short

It was the kind of day
where even the sweat hides from the sun
in every small crevasse
to try and stay in it's liquid form.

To keep our mind on the heat
we were playing this fun game,
I forget what it's called,
where we turned the A/C on and off
every 5 minutes
to maintain the delicate balance
between keeping both us and the car
from overheating,
and we were failing miserably.

We pulled into the next gas station
and ran inside to wait for those
little sweat pools to freeze
and grab an ice cold Coca Cola Classic.

The cashier relucantly rang me up,
and the total was $1.01,
and of course I only had 1 dollar,
and every penny I could've found
was probably melting under the car seats.

I looked at him sheepishly
like a boy at his first school dance
in his father's sweater vest and skinny tie.
He looked at me with such scorn,
such scorn,
and scrunched up his fat neck
to nod down to a makeshift sign
above a little dish filled with pennies.

The sign read,
"Need a penny,
Take a penny,
Have a penny,
Leave a penny."
So I followed the sign
word for word,
over and over
and kept ending up a penny short.
I never did get that Coca Cola Classic.