Sitting in the waiting room, hoping for a turn;
Desperate; trying not to fall asleep.
Wringing out the magazine like a
washcloth for my face
To wipe away the tension of a long and
anxious keep,
When in he walks, or should I say
He struts into the room; energy too
plentiful to fret.
Flitting like a butterfly one person
to the next,
Desperate just to bum a cigarette.
Then spying an acquaintance, an
amazing thing began;
Like honeybees erupting from a hive.
A triad much akin to English,
somehow, but not quite,
The two of them began to speak in
jive.
A helplessness fell over me, a thing
I can't explain;
Like nothing I had ever felt before.
Not a word did these two speak that I
could understand;
Although their tones were no less
than a roar.
On they spoke, and there was no joke.
Each clearly understood.
And I could tell by the way they
talked
Their lives were going good.
It took a while, and it made me
smile,
Made me glad to be alive.
And now I know it "ain't no thang"
To be speaking all that jive.
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