(untitled #8) Poem by bob barci

Typewriter lies silent beside me.
Keys make no sound tonight.
No banging away to keep awake my fellow roomies.
I hear only semi-silence.
Someone moves about.
Music from another room.
My eyes take in this silent room.
It needs to be dusted - badly.
Calendar needs to be changed.
A pot of coffee would be nice.
Drink it down by candlelight.
Fantasize about tomorrow.
Pray that nothing prevents the usual happenings.
Radio plays a sad song.

Typewriter! Be still now!
I see you inching your way towards me.
There'll be no banging of the keys tonight.
You'll get your chance to speak some other time.
Back into your corner of the floor.
Let me be.
I've got this silence to contend with.