Time To Wonder Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have a couple more experiments
Before I close up shop,
And do the grand finale by myself
With a cork and a pop:

Every time the phone rings,
I salivate like a dog,
In 30 second intervals of time,
My mind turns a little cog,

And now its doing one more line,
To satisfy the monster,
And if you can’t call that’s just fine,
I know you are a gangster.

But even as I’m driving across
The Navajo Reservation,
And I see the perfect sky above Ship Rock,
I can’t help but think of your body’s declination.

For you are moving far away
In the sleepy East,
And I am driving Route 66,
Neither man nor beast,

But somehow like a broken toy,
Rolled away from the city dump,
Sleeping in the concrete cave,
While the rain breaks its dry slump,

Where the world is unfurled like
A discount carpet,
And you are something like a dream
I only briefly met,

But that is why I turnout here,
Smiling sad and winsome,
For you could be my powdery coquet,
If I paid you your thoughtless ransom.

But for now the game is dimming,
Out on the red diamond,
The apposing teams are turning loose,
Walking away from the unbroken hymen.

Thus here is where I sit alone
And ponder,
Where you are,
I have all the time to wonder.