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The Red Tie Affair
by Jared OrlandoIt is about 8:00 a.m.
and you can find me tucked away
On Penn. Ave.
I watched the sunset from my corner table, a book with coffee
Catching up on learning the brief history of my ancestors but
Here I am now joining the others in the East Room
Split from the others by this long rich mahogany table
Nervous chatter plagues the room, and I’d rather be in bed
Or just not aware of the troubles of this place.
My red tie sits right under my chin,
A little too tightly, thanks to the wife
Almost forgetting it altogether due to oversleeping.
I am distracted by an intimate portrait of Polk when
3 bills slid from nowhere hit my wrist
And I notice the Ferrari da Varese fountain in my hand;
They’re all studying me; but what are they waiting for?
I begin to scribble illegible words, my name
Supposing this may ease the awkwardness
And everyone around begins to clap and smile.
I see it fit to only follow suit with grasping, shaking hands
While I begin to stand.
I do not yet know the repercussions of such distraction.
What was I thinking.
03/11/2009 Posted on 03/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/11/09 at 02:07 PM A fascinating end-of-the line piece. I almost wish I could know everything that came before that first line. Phenomenal write. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/11/09 at 05:55 PM You gave me everything and I had to read it twice to get it. I would love to read more in a "series" of this nature. I like the intimate mixed with the magnitude of this moment, the "attendants" in place, and your last line is a killer. |
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