MORTAL COIL
for Heathcote
The coffee house loop
that never ends
sounds heavenly
among the laptoppers.
Failure is not an option.
The fanfare of the horns
and the swell of the hi-hat
roll on like spooky dreams.
Fingers dance —
they fly like bats in a cave.
The gods if there are any
shall protect us
until it’s closing time.
And then we’ll rattle off.
“Mortal Coil” © 2018 by Jan Herman
Great work! Ode to the New Everyman! — s/b followed up with “Among the Phoners.” This makes me wonder what crucial information the world has missed over my 67 non-texting years. . . .