WAITING ROOM VIGIL
Fripping pages, or breathed into you
falling among skipped paragraphs
they come in a fog, the lobby muses,
mental authorities of the universe
engaged in a street funk ringing groove
tireless, flowing, invented word by word
an elevator jazz sounding tip-of-the-tongue
from a vague record collection,come to be obeyed, perched behind you,
found on fortune's dark underside label;
one more old voice warning of a new voice.Mindless, blind in one ear, they let you
grope in cocktail napkin land,
arrange that meeting with your lost otherness;
let you turn off the nav-sat chip set
revert to gong tone chanting rites or
the cosmic release of distant neon
and all those private sirens
trapped inside ancient rainbows.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2001