bond, james bond

in your
sharp grey suit
your ray bans
and slick
black shoes
you enter the room
and order
a dirty martini
shakened,
not stirred.
you are neither
james bond
or henry james,
but somewhere
in between
the two, depending
on the day.
you aren't even
sure what
you are doing
half the time,
no caper to
solve, or book
to finish, you're
still looking
for your game.