The Boomer’s Torment

It’s Monday,
gotta get back to it,
In my office looking at spreadsheets.
I hear way down on the street,
That rumbling engine roar,
My heart skips a beat.
It’d be nice to go.

It’s Tuesday,
pressure getting hot,
Talking to the CEO,
who listens to me.
Off in the distance,
some bro goes by,
He’s free to make that blessed noise.
My heart quickens its pace.
Can’t wait to go.

It’s Wednesday,
right in the thick of it,
In a lunch time meeting of forty.
Jonesy blasts out from the garage,
Concussive sound shattering the air.
My heart goes racing.
I’m dieing to go!

It’s Thursday,
I’m getting tired of it!
My assistant briefing me on schedules.
A leather-clad takes a look at the city,
The bellow bouncing off the buildings.
My heart slams in my chest.
Man! I gotta go!

It’s Friday,
wear my gear to work!
Pouring over quarterly sales reports,
I see four guys go by below,
The thunder heard above the traffic.
My heart roaring in my ears.
Hell with it!
Time to go!

Cynthia Philippi