A Pilgrim for the 21st

The businessman was on his way to work.
He was so depressed he would not perk.
One could tell he did not like his job.
Often times, he's lost inside a mob
He wants to break the cycle and get out.
Washington; he's trying to find a route

Boarding buses bound for yonder town.
Looking for a place that worries drown
A statue of the grandest scale and kind
Is where this place is for one to find
A giant man is cut from once, the stone.
This marble wonder is the Jefferson.

Trav'ling onward down Potomac road,
Trying to find the best place for some food.
Air and Space Museum sparks his interest.
The food court claims their rations best.
He waits in queue for his turn at the fare
Although his stomach was turning ‘round in there.
After chowing down on grub he was
Taken hostage by the flying bus
Suspended on the ceiling there
For groups to halt their march and stare.
"I wonder how they thought of that,
Flight is likely not for fat
Items such as these displayed.
How it works; we're all dismayed."

Moving onward down the trail
Of things unseen by this male
As if the flying things weren't great,
He saw some new construction late;
The newest of the new ones stood.
Natives' building displaying their good.
This encasement he has not heard of yet
It's not well known but he would bet
That soon it's popularity
Makes it number one to see.

He lastly reaches final light.
Boards the bus, and says goodnight
To daytime home and business pleasure,
Some day he might return in leisure.
The bus ride home was one in joy
He felt at last the cares of boys
Free from all the burdens of toil
Working with the mud and soil
Would be the pre-teens prime delight.
Until the high school days take flight.
Then it is girls and parties they have.
Their face grows rough and have to shave.
It's at this point he is today.
His job might change, and he will stay
At his favorite place in all the world
Places he's been, and seen; unfurled.