The Teacher's Room
It's so easy to fall asleep in the teacher's room.
It's a sanctuary, silent of children.
Hearing people speak in even conversational tones
Grates like chatter in church.
I don't knock out like that anywhere, but I do there.
And then I leave work to drive to the city,
and float in my car.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2012
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