the message was

the boss will meet you at Gisselle’s birthday party

i was all i dont know no one named damn Gisselle

but i was in the neighborhood anyway

and when i saw the sign i was all, omg i know whose birthday it is today

drove two blocks down, tossed my keys to the valet

a gentleman cracked open the front door of the house a smidge and said recite me a poem

i said one of mine?

he said you wanna get in, dont ya.

so i was all, ah right, ok heres one by bukowski

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it’s not pretty.

and the door opened.