A Businessman's Quarry

Suits in the living room. Basket of fruit near the kitchen. The car's idling on the drive During last meeting's decision. Cheap cologne from the vendor. Entertainment-level winks. Push through this extra noise To strengthen the customer base. (I hate you right now And don't need to be Around you anymore. "So meet by Six again tonight?") (I relax with this wine, It should be a cognac. The Billboard reminds me of you. "Spend the night here again. . .") My membership is Platinum The people here are big! I lost my train of thought And derailed down to a Pit. A Chauffeur driven car. For me does this make sense? I find I'm tracking dirt then And carrying recent pretense. I look back on it and know About as much as then; It's eggshells thrown distractedly Into Morning's lonely consequence.