“Ha!
Who the heck
told you that?”
he laughed,
taking the cigar
out of his mouth.
“Whoever it was --
fed you a bunch of bull!”
He slapped me on the shoulder
as if we were sharing a joke.
Shaking his head
he continued,
“It’s those bean counters --
that’s who you should be talking to.
Those finance guys --
they’re the ones who call the shots.
They run everything by the numbers.
It’s the guys with the calculators
you’re looking for.”
“Where will I find them?”
I asked
as he turned to walk away.
“Just follow the money,”
came his reply
before he disappeared
down the hall.