CACOPHONY
Diz and Bird on my sound track
loud coffee break conversations at my back.
The girl outside stretches and show off her breast
I try not to stare but fail the test.
The sun warms through the glass glow.
Miles from 58 Miles on my headset,
a soundtrack I love
and note for note know.
The lad with palsy is in
and I pray he doesn't take a seat within my vision.
He crosses his legs and kicks out in spasmodic twitches.
I've talked to him and he is upbeat
if he could only control the twitch it sure would be neat.
The fact that I'm bothered, bothers me,
for when he is here the twitch takes precedence,
I want to be away from here
and away from the damning evidence.
I'm not the tolerant guy I thought I was,
I should be able to ignore the twitch
but find I have to bite my tongue
behind my insincere smile
I want to put my hand
on the twitching limb and say,
"Stop that, or go away!"
It's almost as annoying as
the guy shouting into his cell phone on my right.
I wish Mr. Cellphone would go not so softly
into the night.
The girls outside the glass
engage in spirited conversation
and we flirt through the glass
no words are exchanged that wouldn't be class.
All around is arranged in a discordant symphony
but my moron deflectors are up,
my sunglasses and my head phones,
I'm only aware of the life inside
and from the chaos I do hide
behind my personal wall
only barely aware of the clicks, twitches, and moans
of the outside
cacophony.