The hot sky crimson like the heat of my rage
look through the window the night burning away
no reason for waiting or given but say
a few minutes more, hours wasted inane
a troubling circumstance and helpless besides
wait for an answer, wait in line
An unhappy moment, a clerk doing their best
whatever makes it work, what worse could come next
Another delay, another, and another spill
of my trust in this system and all its ilk