Again Poem by bob barci

Again, I wait,
and hopefully get in some words in
before the train arrives.
Here in the station’s waiting room,
I sip a cup of coffee
while reading album covers.
Fellow train riders gather,
slowly and noisily,
and ask if they have the right track to the city.
They question the three albums I have with me.
Some don’t know Melanie at all,
others are surprised that she is still recording.
The train pulls in,
just as I begin to write,
and I rush to board it
before it leaves without me.
In the process,
I loose the cap to my pen.
Attempting to write more,
I loose concentration
with the arrival of the conductor
and a passenger who sits next to me.

Now that I’m at my destination,
I can’t concentrate here either.
The constant non-stop screeching
of two pet birds is deafening and annoying.
I could let them out of their cages,
but then, I’d spend more time
making sure that they don’t chew up something,
or leave a dropping where they shouldn’t.
So, again, I settle into another
normal weekend.