All alone in the building

All alone in the building

My body has a hard time keeping my inner rebel yielding

And my thoughts are shielding 

As I sit on aa lone step

Waiting for my ride

For the tides

Glide and stride

Out of the building

But my body doesn’t abide

How much longer till my driver is by my side?

I wait, and wait

With each passing second they are becoming more late

But how?

For were talking off my best mate

One which I cannot rate

And one who is very Saint

And as I wrap up this small poem

Drives up the person who was meant to pick me up

And he is 

Oh so very abrupt 

to give an explanation

Before I can interrupt or disrupt

And so I listen quieter than a pup

And boy does he have a good reason

For it was all traffic of course!