I pick up the phone to
see if
there is a dial tone.
why isn't it ringing.
i'm here,
ready for work.
i'm idling.
going from window to door,
looking out.
it's Monday.
grey, wet, slick.
maybe there's movie to
go see.
the back row, pop corn
in hand.
candy and a drink.
just me and another straggler
under the dimmed lights
as the film
begins.
i'll stretch out
in open cavern of seats.
I've got all
day.
join me if you've got
nothing better
to do.
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