Pina Coladas Don't Do It For Me Anymore

Waiting, again.
There are magazines and soft music
but the chairs are not soft.
And the conversations
of others
grate.

If there were more or less time
then we could
we could
escape this place.

With people we don't know
who don't know us
who don't want to really anyway.

Waiting, for this, for life,
for fulfillment for
escape?

I remember a song
about the meek
and flip another page.
Waiting.