Written on the back of a brown envelope

he doodled on the back of
brown envelope
as friday afternoon
lethargy grabbed hold of him and wouldn't let go

the weekend lay ahead like a
warm blanket he wanted to wrap it around himself
but it was just beyond his
reach

he stretched his legs
under his desk
eager for a destination
the sound of a
telephone ringing distracted him
momentarily giving him
purpose
a wrong number soon catapulted
him back into his state of
stupor

he slowly moved his
sleeve back to reveal his watch
tapped on the
face
urged time forward
he watched others
in the state
of activity
vainly hoping for inspiration

outside his window
the view was still parked cars
and no movement
as if the whole street had been
cemented into one shape