There you were standing, with your rob thomas hair
controlled chaos radiates and there you are. devastatingly unaware of me. And seemingly oblivious to your surroundings.
I watch you from behind, and survey your casually worn dress shirt, your slightly faded pants and the way you intently focus on the work you're doing.
Casually I approach to ask you a question. One question answered, so many more unasked. Hoping to get a glimpse of your nametag. Surely, you have a name worth knowing. The badge is flipped the wrong way, i glance again, hoping it has flipped around and now i'll have an answer to my number one question. I glance one more time, but to no avail.
I return to my station. Where I can only see you from a distance.
But my favourite thing to look at, is your Rob Thomas Hair.
controlled chaos radiates and there you are. devastatingly unaware of me. And seemingly oblivious to your surroundings.
I watch you from behind, and survey your casually worn dress shirt, your slightly faded pants and the way you intently focus on the work you're doing.
Casually I approach to ask you a question. One question answered, so many more unasked. Hoping to get a glimpse of your nametag. Surely, you have a name worth knowing. The badge is flipped the wrong way, i glance again, hoping it has flipped around and now i'll have an answer to my number one question. I glance one more time, but to no avail.
I return to my station. Where I can only see you from a distance.
But my favourite thing to look at, is your Rob Thomas Hair.
2 Comments:
Who is this mystery man??
Meg
Did you watch the Grammys? Rob Thomas cut his hair, it's now very very short. I was disappointed, but I'm glad he has inspired you to wax poetically. Keep up the musings, especially those involving Rob :)
Jen
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