cold feet

on time
as usual, you
wait. you
are alone.
you pace
the room,
adjust your tie.
you find
a mirror
on the wall
and check your
teeth your
smile,
the collar
of your
pressed shirt.
you want
this job.
you put a
flower in
your lapel,
check the shine
on your new
shoes.
the room smells
like a church.
you've been
here before.
it is a church.
sweat grows
beneath your arms.
the doors swing
open and the music
begins to play,
your feet
are suddenly
cold.