Interview Questions, Broken Dreams

Been scrolling through the job boards late at night, Sending out my hopes in black

and white. Rejection letters, "We regret to inform," A storm of

no’s, oh, the usual norm. Iron my shirt, shine my

shoes, Practice my answers, nothing to lose. “So, tell me about

yourself,” they start, Well, I’m just a poet with a broken heart.

“Where do you see yourself in five years’ time?” Probably still dreaming

and waiting in line. Sitting in the lobby, hands cold as

stone, Everyone’s rehearsing, I'm here alone. The clock ticks louder than my