The Front Desk

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.