the fifty year old virgin….so to speak

New shoes, white shirt,
A noisy T ride.
A cold common walk.
I finally arrive.
No boss,
A late boy.
Car crash ring tones
Wait, coffee, wait,
Wait, wait,
Wait,
Wait.
Two live Kennedys,
One quite cute.
Talk, email, coffee and calls.
A boring gray desk,
And tired old men,
Time to set-up,
Hurry and wait.
Trips back and forth,
Load up, uncoil,
Set-up, tape down.
A splinter removed.
Too many text messages,
About amazing rich men,
Time passes slowly,
But we’re finally done.
A cross common walk.
Another T ride.
A cold concord walk.
Four flights to the top.
No American or Russian or
Brazilian boys wait.
Old shoes, yellow shirt, warm bath,
Good night.