A Day Sorely Remembered

In the darkness of the night
When all is quiet and still
I hear the burst of raindrops
Falling upon my windowsill.

They drip-drop me fast asleep
On silent suspended wings
I snooze in cuddly warmth all night
Listening to the raindrops sing.

Nothing but the old alarm clock
Can wake me from my rest
I’d like to toss it against the wall
And sleep ‘til ten at best—
But  I don’t.

I’m off to work with coffee in hand
Sipping that good black stuff
To make me alert to crazy drivers
Who turn me into a raging gruff.

Some crazy fool blows his horn
Wanting me to run over the man in front
I shoot him a bird and flash an evil eye
And let him know I won’t pull that stunt.

Slightly scathed and tense as can be
I drive up to my worksite parking space
A motorcycle is sitting there
I’m ready to kill whoever took my place.

I drive around and curse a bit
Because all the spaces are taken
I beat the steering wheel with my fist
And feel my poor hand start aching.

God, give me some raindrops I want to cry
Let me go home and back to bed
But my boss is waving at me from the door
Ready to work on my poor head.

Angry, I pull behind that shiny red motorcycle
I sneer and block him in my space
No sooner am I sitting at my desk,
Than up comes a surly face—
The motorcycle man!!!!

I know, I know, I sigh real loud, then lie,
I’ve locked the car with my keys
You’ll just have to wait for triple A to come,
So be patient if you please.

Now, folks, I’m an even-tempered girl,
Who likes things to go smooth and nice
But I can tell you this day was ruined
When Mr. Motorcycle man threatened me twice.

I pretended I found an extra set of keys
I took them from my purse
I moved my car for Mr. Surly Rider
Feeling my life was cursed.

This story could easily continue
But my head has begun to pound.
I don’t want to think anymore
Needless to say, I feel terribly let down.

I think I’ll just sit and pray.

© 2007 Jeanette Cooper