COMMUTER

It has been some years since God used
Public transportation so His assumption
That a nickel in the turnstile would still suffice
Is not unreasonable. For most of 1939
He commuted to a coat factory on West 39th Street
Which Max, my grandfather, owned. If Max knew
One of the tailors was God he never mentioned it
To my father. My father could be absent-minded
But he probably would have remembered this.
Still, I rather wish I had thought to ask him.