About a place we have all been |
The shiny lure that caught my eye: “This location offers FREE Wi-Fi”. The mood of the place was hard to tell, Being lost in bread and espresso smells. I order, then wiggle over to the corner booth, where I sat with my laptop in hand. I surprised myself by actually enjoying the bounce of the nameless jazz band. Yet soon the band and voices grate; the low hum starts to rattle me. I must work, think, emote, and write – ah, but first, my RPG. Headphones in place, I turn myself on; digital worlds of magic and swords. With Einstein proved right, glows of computer light – are where hours become absorbed. Flashing awake to the smells, the jazz band wails, “Oh, baby, take me back!”. To blend with the sound, many sights around – (Hmm, that barista sure has a nice rack!) I shake my head, take a sip and bite of bread, forgetting my coffee’s now cold. Looking down at keys, wish my brain didn’t freeze – damn, I hate getting old. Wow, this place is distracting, why’d I come here again? Sure, Wi-Fi, that’s free. Free Wi-Fi, old friend. Can’t work at home, too quiet, and alone. So, to the jazz and coffee smells. I wonder a lot if there is something I forgot. (sigh) Should this feel so much like Hell? Maybe the words in my obituary will be: “The cause of death was mediocrity.” |