Poem: Waiting

Waiting for the coffee to roast, but the green beans are still cold in the sack.
Waiting for the week to be over but it’s not yet light on a Monday.
Waiting for the girl to come home, but I haven’t bought the plane ticket.
Waiting for the kids to grow up, but some of them haven’t been born exactly.
Waiting to someday buy a nice guitar, but haven’t learned to play much.
Waiting to write my book, but I’ll never be wise enough to open my mouth,
until I drown in a river of footnotes.
And who can speak when your mouth is full of water?
Waiting for Jesus to come back, though it sure could be a while.
Sleep sounds nice, but i want to be awake for so many things.
I guess I’ll stay up and wait a bit longer.