the blue line

as you sit
in the pharmacy waiting room,
along with the others,
each wrapped
up in their own sweaty misery,
you wait for your
name to be called.
the lines are long. a red line,
a blue line.
it's ellis island. grand central
station.
it's rush hour
for prescription meds.
calmly you sit, staring
at your folded hands.
trying not to touch anything,
or breathe.
finally you hear your name,
it's close enough,
so you rise and find
your place
in the blue line. blue
being your favorite color.