Your 10-4 Prerogative Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So suitably you play
Down in your silly hilly city:
Watching as the nights sashay into days,
Driving in your cars beneath the stars
With your poky little puppies
In and out of lukewarm bars:
Swimming with the neat and yellow fishes,
In and out of the their mothers modern kitchens:
Keeping to your 10-4 prerogative
You eyes highlighted by their fascinations
With it all, as you tiptoe zigzagging
Down the cathedralled study hall:
On your slender silken wrist is a number,
A cheat sheet and a phone call,
But you really don’t have time to remember,
Because you are desperately, desperately late
As you tiptoe in cursive
Down the vaulted study hall.