three hours in limbo

as you sit

in the waiting room

of the car

dealership, the television

on

to the muted Family Feud,

and the music

overhead

playing songs you don't

know,

you ponder your

life.

you cross your legs

and close your eyes.

you unbutton your coat,

because it's ninety-degrees

inside.

you keep looking towards

the door, for

Becky, your tire technician,

to come out and get you,

telling you

that your tire is fixed,

you can go home now.