Waiting Room

Why do you make me wait so long?
In your fine fangled pacing,
Okay for your smile to radiate,
Others notice the significance,
Accept pleasure from your direction.

I’ve been waiting quite some time,
This endless, mundane, never moving line,
Further minutes I can regret at the end,
Wasted, waiting for you to arrive.

Cut the pack and pick a card,
It’s as random as your company,
Blind spotted and blurry,
Diluted and tepid to the taste,
You seem to have no fast-food metaphor.

1993