Waiting for Tires

A slow leak made my tire low


So in to the gomeria I went

I told the clerk my problem

And I gave him my set of keys

The red seats were barely full

I wouldn’t have long to wait I thought.

But one by one each of the seats filled

Lots of people buying tires before first snow.

I looked around at each stern face

Some talking to a neighbor,

Some tilting heads, evaluating the tires on display.

At length I pulled out my phone

To play Free Cell and pass the time

The room became strangely quiet

I thought I was in another world

People came and went, clerks calling a name

When their new tires were ready to test.

Twenty rounds of Free Cell I had played

And my name was called from behind a stack of tires.

Good! I could go home and have supper.