A shiny lure that caught my eye:
“This location offers FREE Wi-Fi”.
The mood of the place was hard to tell,
lost as it was in espresso smells.
Wiggled and pushed 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 waitress sure has a nice rack!)
I shake my head, take a piece of my 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, the Wi-Fi was free.
Free Wi-Fi, old friend.
Can’t work at home,
too quiet, alone.
So, to the jazz and coffee smells.
I wonder a lot about the coffee I got.
(sigh) Should this feel so much like Hell?
Maybe the words in my obituary will be:
“The cause of death was mediocrity.”
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