Down under the brick building

In the most dismal cement corner of the cellar

Is a medical office

Where there is a gray indoor-outdoor carpeted floor

Ringed with chairs

 

A bulletin board overfilled with useless flyers

Screamed commands at the patrons

 

PAYMENT DUE PRIOR TO SERVICES and

TURN OFF ALL CELL PHONES!!!

I wonder why they want us to turn off our cell phones.

We are waiting. We are bored. We are not at the opera.

We are not pumping gas.

 

I want to read my E-book

On my cell phone.

 

Up in the corner of the ceiling

There is a speaker playing a series

Of harsh, repetitive music from the 90s.

I gave several sighs and looks at it

And shook my head

 

But no one

Did anything about it.

 

Behind the sliding glass window

The ladies were all smiles

And casually chatted with patients

As they checked in and out

 

 

 

 

©April 10, 2018

by Diane E. Dockum