At the Courthouse

Remove your watch; take off your belt And place them in this bin. Your pockets must be empty Or we will not let you in. Then walk through slowly, just in case There’s metal to detect. If buzzers sound, security Will have to then inspect. The line is long, the day is cold And so we have to wait, Though no one there is thrilled one bit About this courthouse date. We inch along, then make it through So coffee’s what I need. Alas, there’s none inside And I am frustrated, indeed. ‘Cause there’s no way in hell that I’ll Repeat that check-in scene. I’ll have to get through jury duty Minus my caffeine.