WHAT’S THE MATTER?

After The Dancing Pancake
closes,
Ruby Frances invites me
for a spin around the block
in her new car.
I tell her no thanks,
I’m busy.
She says, “It will
only take a minute.”
I say, “I don’t have
a minute.”
She says, “What’s the matter?”
I say, “Nothing.”
She says, “Something’s the matter.”
I say, “You figure it out.”
She gives me a look,
turns, and
drives away.