What time it gets to be
I was just getting to that.
But first, old age.
If you could just let me finish.
Once it was I who rudely
interrupted proceedings: the chair rapped
& called to order, but I seized from pending
approval the minutes & ran
off with the handsome mustachioed
night watch. Matching wits we wound up
jangling on a motel
bureau in simultaneous
alarm & ran down
together to silence,