Waiting Room
August 29, 2011
Been sitting in a lot of waiting rooms lately. Three today. Nothing serious, just taking care of business, trying to get to the bottom of stubborn, resolute tendons. Complicated things by stepping on a nail.. that kind of thing.
So, my idea for this picture, since I have nothing I really want to say about all this, was to paste a poem in this spot, something about waiting. Turns out, if you google waiting and poem, you get a sh*tload of poems.. all about waiting, written by people you know, like Robert Frost and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. There’s even a site called In the Waiting Room that solicits poems about, well, being in a waiting room.
That was way too easy.
I’m not really sure how we even lived without the internet.
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