On My Door - Andy Warhol

Andy Warhol knocked on my door today.

He began to speak before

I could get the door open wide enough

to see who it was. I interrupted his already-running

harangue with a non-plussed,

"Oh, Andy, come on in."

Only, he didn't want to be invited in.

He wanted to have a vigorous conversation

with me in the house

and him on the stoop.

Well, he didn't say this exactly,

but it was obvious from his posture

and demeanor.

So we talked like that,

me and Andy Warhol,

for probably twenty minutes before I said,

"This is ridiculous, Andy."

And do you know what he said?

"Why?"