My patron knows a guy who knows a guy

who’s prrretttty well connected. No names. Okay?

Let me drop the magic word. Whatever you need,

he can line it up. The man makes miracles happen

with short phone calls. Here’s his card. Show it

to open doors or make those pesky traffic tickets

roll off the system. Big J. C. worked hard to build

that pull. He’s too much the mensch to overlook

an old neighborhood friend who needs a break,

a hand from above the surface. Grab my wrist,

he says, hop up. Let’s find you a spot inside

the machine that produces machines.