Meditation

if i were home right now
instead of here watching
out  28-panes of dirty glass
as a sheet of gray
descends on this old city

i would be searching for
a jar of peanut butter
and honey to smear on
two slices of toasted white bread

waiting for water to boil
with a tall cerulean mug
and a teabag full of earl grey
waiting to steep
and waft the relief
into my long thick nose.

But that is a dream
reality is a bitter bitch
let me kick her again
before I get back to work.