The Shoe Shine
"Shoe shine?" asked the middle aged man
in the lobby of the Olive Tree Hotel.
He had a comfy chair just waiting for me.
I looked at my boots, all dusty from hiking.
He had a comfy chair just waiting for me.
I looked at my boots, all dusty from hiking.
Suede. "No thanks."
"It's free!"
"No thanks."
A long day later, dust from Herod's Palace,
the Dead Sea Scrolls and Jerusalem covered
the boots. He judged my fatigue well,
"Shoe shine? It's free!"
In a moment of weakness, I nodded
and sat down. If felt wonderful to rest.
I got up to leave.
His hand went out.
"What? No tip?"
A long day later, dust from Herod's Palace,
the Dead Sea Scrolls and Jerusalem covered
the boots. He judged my fatigue well,
"Shoe shine? It's free!"
In a moment of weakness, I nodded
and sat down. If felt wonderful to rest.
I got up to leave.
His hand went out.
"What? No tip?"
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