The 26th of Feb at a Panera Bread

“Go stand behind the guy with the grey hair.”

“That’s gross. Did she actually say that?”

Set my buzzer on the chair right next to me

Among the crumbs where a crumbled someone sat

I meander out of the loyal meter

Of the country-western number playing back.

Egg and cheese on an Asiago bagel

Verse contrived like my Sunday morning snack.

And this light roast blend

Is sure to send

My senses into spiral

With no sobering end.

Fake smiles

Keep them together

Moods change

Like the Chicago weather.

Got to go.