Doctor Grandma

I have held very few jobs in my life, actually. Here is a short poem about the first one~~

Hat Check Girl on Roller Skates

I was hat check girl on roller skates,

at age 15, Philadelphia,

Winters were cold,

People came inside, to play.

I took their coats, gave them a number,

asked what size of shoes they wore.

I skated, forwards, backwards,

crossed one foot over another, to turn,

It was roller, not ice,

the floors glossy wood.

Minimum wage,

$1.60/hour,

My boyfriend wanted me to quit,

didn’t like the way men looked at me,

but I felt free and beautiful

at age 15, on rollerskates.

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