Ode to the Dupont Washington Post – Express Man

Oh Express man
You always have a smile on your face

Cold
Wet
Sunny
Miserable days are weathered by you.

While most of us walk by
Grabbing our slightly folded papers from you
Rarely say a word

You always seem happy to be there.

Where were you today?

I missed you – and wonder
Are you o.k.?

My normally horrendous walk to the metro
Is briefly interrupted everyday by your melodious voice

“Free Express Here!”

Please come back
Because if I don’t get to do my crossword tomorrow,
My love (and X-mas tip)
Will disappear.

p.s. tell those girls selling donuts to start accepting debit cards