And so begins
another slow Monday.

Tables are endlessly
empty.

I stand here
writing a poem
born from boredom.

It wasn't until
my first table
is full of suits
that I am finally glad
to have their blabber
and jargon.

At least they're here.

So am I.

For now.

This
endless
Monday.

03/31/2009

Posted on 03/31/2009
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