Grown Up

All day long
For nearly all of the hours that the sun sits in the sky
I sit in a room that is colorless
Odorless
And soundless
Except for the typing of computer keys
And the grinding of the copy machine
And whenever I’m in this room
And manage to somehow have a thought
A real thought, or even the start of a thought
There’s a knock on the formica
Or the flash of a new email
“Please call So-and-So’s assistant and ask if So-and-So is available for a conference call on Monday between 10am and 12:30pm, Tuesday between 11:30am and 3pm, or Thursday between 4pm and 5pm. Remember to coordinate with the other panelists and reserve a meeting room.”
Follow up
Please advise.