Spoken Words

COURTROOM BLUES

Sitting here in the quiet of the morning in a courtroom filled with people unknown is somewhat daunting.

Sniffles, sneezes, and coughs fills the room as some chatter among themselves.

Rainy and cold outside makes today dreary, but all in all it’s still a good day.

Time has passed. Although it is cool in here, it’s hard for me to stay awake. Awkward noise flows with the serene silence that has us all closed in.

Mear movements from metal chairs makes squeaking sounds that are really annoying.

How I wish I were at work doing my job, but instead I am having courtroom blues.

Bright lights, no coffee, and recirculated breathing fills the air with germs that I do not care to take in; this is one time I wish I were in a bubble of safety.

Nevertheless I am here, and I will be until I leave, so I guess I’ll have to endure courtroom blues. Soon enough said and done, soon to be put under the sun; at my back; under my feet. Sweet sleep my eyes long for, but for now I must stay awake and endure the courtroom blues.

A day of pay wasted away while enduring the courtroom blues. Is it fair that I have to be here? Should I even care? Yes, no, maybe? Quite often called to sit, not picked, but still have to endure and tolerate the courtroom blues.

Rain still falls, but can’t hear the thunder, nor see the lightening flash; confined behind bricks, wood, and mortar is enough to make a person get up and run.

For hours on end waiting for it all to come to an end while sitting here enduring the courtroom blues. Looking out of the window as vehicles are coming and going to their destinations, makes me wish I was driving again, wishing that I had my own. I would not have to wonder how I was going to get home.

God will make a way on this dreary, rainy day, as I sit and listen, as my imagination drifts away as I sit and endure the courtroom blues.

As the day comes to a close, my heart is glad, my eyes are happy, and I have a headache. God made a way for me through it all. Not for a very long time do I want to be summoned again, to sit, listen, not be picked, and have to endure the courtroom blues.

Got dressed up, smelling all good, feeling marvelous. All of that for what? To pay my civic duties as an American citizen; to do my part in the community that I live in? Did it help anything? Was it for a good cause? I can’t say. I wasn’t chosen, but for what it was worth, I did learn a lot about the law and what it stands for, all while enduring the courtroom blues.

Suits and ties walking around, the metal detector making sounds. As one walks through, rechecked before one could move to gather her belongings and be seated. She never thought it would take so long, so long to get settled. As she reads her book of entertainment after the first part is over, her eyes grows heavy as she fights to stay awake. She then turns to the back of her book she’s reading and began to write her story Courtroom Blues.