The Crew at Jiffy-Lube

They’re sweet kids, really. Vladimir
handles customers with gravitas
unexpected from his tender years--

then throws an oily rag at Evan’s head.
Evan ducks and swears, then blushes,
poor kid’s complexion doesn’t hide the red.

Sean doesn’t say much, but his smile
is radiant as a Raphael. He’s shy
I guess-- or talking’s not his style.

I trust their competence, enjoy
their company, while waiting out
the fuel flush and AC service. (I'm annoyed

the coffee's dreadful-- one skill they lack
is brewing.) They'll be done soon. They do
a good job here, they know I'll be back.