Much More Than A Soup

So, I’m sitting here waiting for my “Cup Noodles”
to cool off, waiting for a call so I can be whisked
away to Seattle, where I will frolic with a swing
crowd so intense they make dervishes look like
they’re standing still. Hey man, no joke.
And I’m more intimidated than I’ve ever been.
And that’s exactly why I’m going.

Energy’s been low this week.
Like Tim might say:
A thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters;
but where did the monkeys go?

Like Spike Spiegel would say: As if.