not a Cracker Barrel in sight,
though your fascination
with chicken fried chicken on my coast
rivals mine with your palms and Santa Anas.
Anticipating meetings at the Rainbow,
power lunches delayed until after dinner
and more Absolut than caesar greens.
Mingling at the Opium Den
with the boss on my arm.
But life drudges on,
expected to fulfill entry-level duties while
filing everything I feel away
until later.
Awaiting the move
and promotion to full-time.