Listening to Foreigner, Queen, and Bruce Springsteen,
enjoying all the songs as I write uninterruptedly
while waiting for Dr. L. to come in.
Knowing he's running late, his first day back from
India, probably bogged down with an excess of patients
all needing his expertise and attention.
Calmly sitting here, knowing what to expect and I just
continue writing to the music playing in my ears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem