Off To Work

Absent mind,
rushed with time,
of course
I stopped for coffee.
Mad dash, car splash,
soccer mom
in SUV
rains its temper
all over me;
currency of
the shame I’m in,
payback
for my recent sins.
Bus is late, or
was it me
suffering
in my complacency.
Exact fare,
last of my change,
Thursday
morning,
a royal pain.
Cramped seat, soggy feet,
disgruntled look
on each face I greet.
Mismatched socks,
two shades
of grey, certain to be
that kind of day.
Off to work,
all kinds of fuss,
umbrella left
on the bus.

©2017 j.g. lewis

 

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