Waiting Room Poem #10. Too early

A poem from the waiting room on a bleary-eyed Wednesday morning. On the bright side, I have two working headlights again…

Too early
is the motif of the day
from alarms to arrivals
extending through to inconveniences

Pretending business as usual
takes effort
the lighting is too bright
and the talking heads in the TV
are angry about something—
but they’re smiling

It’ll take an industrial drum
full of coffee
to wake me up for this
or a reconfiguration of time
to fit the expectations of the hour

Too late for that now
it’s already too damn early

(24 January 2018)