As I’m sitting, (waiting wondering) for what feels like days,
I am motionless and stoical -as time doesn’t move in this haze.
The only noise I hear is the sound of a machine,
It’s just down the hall, but feels far away from me.
My mind wanders into a wondrous place,
Of times that put a little smile on my face.
I try to hope this will make time go by faster,
While coffee saturates my teeth like plaster.
I’ve heard to use a straw a few times before
But before I got one I shut the break-room door.
Now I’m thinking of when I should bleach again,
I’ve done it so many times- five, six maybe ten?
My brain continues to think of random topics
Such as vacations in exotic lands and the tropics.
Indonesia might be fine and Greece simply grand,
How I would love to travel to an ancient land!
(another email comes through, I try not to notice)
This coffee tastes so bitter and cold
I’ve waited to long and now its old.
But beggars can’t be choosers and I need my caffeine
And oh for coffee that’s strong, I am such a fiend.
Little thoughts will get me through this day,
And when the clock hits five I’ll be on my way.
By Heather White 2010