Idle Chatter
On the patio
recent grads
talk disappointing
jobs. The guy
explains he would
have been a firefighter
but for
the car accidents.
90 percent of the job
is car accidents,
he says, triage,
when he finds
the word.
He’s thought about
explaining this before
but never found
the opportunity
until now.
He shifts the topic,
to customer service.
He works in a hotel,
like me,
and now we’re brothers,
this man I’ve
never met
and judge through pen –
idle dreamers,
talkers.
He is my past
and I am his future.