The Interview

The noise, the rush, the hustle

The running, the catching, the bustle

The people, the zooming, the city

The rigning, the buzzing, I'm a pity

The lobby, the elevator, the smell

The office, the position, I knew well

The wait, the people, their determination

Do they share, my same, indignation?

They seem important, deserving, and qualified

My name, I rise, and fake dignified

My smile, my handshake, my conversation

My enthusiasm, my tone, empty conviction

I can't tell, I don't know, was it good?

His nod, his wink, have I understood?

The response, the email, came quick

The anger, the rejection, the kick

The park, the bench, a stone

The tree, the bush, all alone