Day 4 Poem by bob barci

It’s Thursday
and well, here we are again.
Bunch of us here again
waiting to be called.
Pretty much the same group as yesterday.
Roll call and there’s a few new names.
Waiting here in the jurors room
I have to find ways to amuse myself.
Like yesterday,
I brought along my walkman and a few tapes.
Maybe later I’ll check out the television in the lounge.
Eventually I’ll see if the coffee machine
in the eating area is working yet.
Perhaps, if I find a pack of cards
I’ll start a poker game.
I saw a group of people playing that yesterday.
It’s fun to recognize these people
out on line waiting to get in
or walking the streets at lunchtime.
I wonder if any of them will become permanent friends.
Well, I think we all are friends anyway
as just being here together connects us with a special bond.
It’s Thursday,
and I wonder if I’ll ever make it to a jury
or end up putting in my week just sitting and waiting.