As I step through the door of the waiting room
I am met by the melody of a good friend of mine
Giuseppe Tartini
We are not alone
There are others in the waiting room
Who comes to the doctor’s office at 7:00pm

One is visibly nervous
She must be flipping through a magazine
Per minute
She is reading these things
As if she is scared she is going to miss out on something

A man whom I believe to be her husband
Sits across the magazine rack from her
Completely still
Staring off into space
Poor bastard

Another lady is pacing back and forth
With a slight grin on her face
Eyes wide open
She was as skinny as a rail
She finally takes a seat across the flower pot from me
Other than the crazy look in her eye
She is pretty attractive

Then there is me
I pick up a Field and Stream magazine
“50 Great Tips to Become a Complete Outdoorsman”,
I say to myself in my best redneck voice
I can think of one
Find a place with a great view
And sit in complete silence for an hour or two
You’d be surprised of the things that you hear and see
It’s the same thing that happens when you
Truly submerge yourself in anything
I wonder what the silent guy submerges his self in

Tartini begins to wail on that violin of his
“You know that the Devil used to visit his dreams
Oh yeah, we’re not the only ones who are tormented”,
I say to the rest of the folks in this god forsaken holding cell
“He heard the Devil play this song to him in his slumber
He woke up and tried to jot it down
No matter how many times he revised it
It was never as poignant as he vaguely remembered
It is considered a great work of art
But it haunted him
He could never quite get it right!”
I also say this in my best redneck voice
Thinking it would be funny
I guess they don’t want to chat

The nervous lady turns a page with every chord change
The skinny one walks with the tempo
The poor husband sits as still as a statue
I wonder what would happen if I trip the skinny one
Snatch the nervous lady’s mag
And slap the poor husband in the face

I hear the office door slowly open
As to not alarm anybody
“You must be Sonny”
“Yeah, how did you know”

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