A State of Confusion - Chapter 2.2: Wednesday. The Red Tie Affair

It is about 8:00 a.m. and you kind find me tucked away
On Penn. Ave.
I watched the sunset from my corner table, a book with coffee
Catching up on learning the brief history of my ancestors but
Here I am now joining the others in the East Room
Split from the others by this long rich mahogany table
Nervous chatter plagues the room, and I’d rather be in bed
Or just not aware of the troubles of this place.
My red tie sits right under my chin,
A little too tightly, thanks to the wife
Almost forgetting it altogether due to oversleeping.
I am distracted by an intimate portrait of Polk when
3 bills slid from nowhere hitting my wrist
And I notice the Ferrari da Varese fountain in my hand
They’re all studying me; what are they waiting for?
I begin to scribble illegible words, my name
Supposing this may ease the awkwardness
And everyone around begins to clap and smile.
I see it fit to only follow suit, grasping, shaking hands
While I begin to stand.
I do not yet know the repercussions of such distraction.
What was I thinking.