Confessions of Chaos

There is a building on the corner of main St,

With 23 floors of office space and parking garage underneath.

Women in pantyhose and heels stand outside while their cigarettes burn,

And at 3pm men in sport coats hurry home, or where ever men in sport coats go.

Glass windows line the exterior walls

And on grey days you can see hard working faces inside.

Sitting at desks focused on their computer screens

Or maybe walking to the fax machine.

I work on the 6^th floor,

Most weeks spending more time next to those windows then I do at home.