He experienced a shock as the trolley slightly shifted
For three years, it stuck to traveling straight
Starting behind a house, then disappearing beyond the trees
Traveling two hundred yards in staggering directness
Absolute beauty like a line drawn between two graph points
“You’re not gonna steal anything this time, are you?”
said the clean, quick woman in the green uniform shirt.
Her short brunette bobs, her name tag subtly flutters,
Single hints of nerves on a girl grown up in this store.
“You can come in if you promise not to steal.”
A man winds himself too tight
Pulls back on a fire red crew cab
Bumps, shudders, and rushes to real jobs at big brick buildings
Nick Carraway
