The Waiting Game

Rusted fingers on rusted arms 
Rusted ink on rusted paper 

Who is looking, watchers watch.

Allow occasion to present it self 
I have been waiting 

Like tables booked 
And to the restaurant 

A place reserved 
Some where by the window 

I have been waiting 
For so long so far in time 

That curb-webs have 
Bequested the spider 

To honor build on prime land
On fine prime real estate 

Strings pulled from left to right 
The cranes out and structures built 

Now a company kept with the curb-web 
We have both been waiting 

Waiting for all this time, longevity on parade
For time has joined the course on pause. 

We have been waiting 
Waiting waiting waiting 

Watching paint dry on this here wall 
We have been waiting 

Then suddenly a flush spark on light 
Sparkles twinkle and motion resolve  

Life is no longer on stand still 
The machinery of life is back on the wheel 

Rusted edges brushed off 
Oil in the joints and we are back in motion