Laptop Blogging Blues
Hear me tell the poem with images of my garage, ala Jack Kerouac
I'm sitting hunched on an Igloo cooler in my garage:
No windows. No sun.
Just 100 ceiling watts. 1280×800 bits of monitor light.
Old suitcases and auto supplies flicker in shadows on the wall.
My laptop is set on a blue foot stool.
Spilled my coffee.
Wiped it up with an old rag used for washing the car.
Humid. Hot. It didn't rain today.
Logged on. WiFi blowing in from the college across the street.
Walking heard on the sidewalk,
muffled by the echo in the garage.