At the front desk, I sit to let you in
Into the workspace, you have been.
Good morning you’d say to me.
Uh-huh! I’d reply to my screen.
A day’s work must be done on caffeine.
Like a river current, you flow quietly by unseen.
Face the day when these glass doors unlock.
Time runs fast-slowly on this rock,
By evening tide, again to run out the clock.
The wind swirl and the mind whirl to mock
The tired brain-drain who gawk,
Ready again tomorrow to make a living on this dock.