lockdown

i
think
about
the years
that i have
left
until retirement
if disease
or booze
will get me first
my wife
waiting for me
at home
with neil young albums
and copious glasses
of warm
red wine
as he
screams outside
the building
crazed
foaming at the mouth
in the cold
black
night
pounding
on the
glass door
the way it rattles
as we usher
the rest of the customers
out the back entrance
listening
trying
my best to listen
for the
faint sound
of cop sirens
getting closer
in the
distance.