#sol17 Duty Calls

I was early,
Frisked
Searched,
Scanned,
For the opportunity to 

Sit
For hours, longer,
In a hard chair amongst
Too many people
Too close together
Coughing, texting,
Carrying briefcases,
Conducting business,
Caring for loved ones.
Cell calls about boredom
Where are you froms?
Amongst trapped people.
Sharing strange connections
Political perspectives,
Most of us, I suspect,
Hoping.
Our service would end
Before it began. 
I tried to read 

Below the flashing florescent lights,

Tried to watch Kelli, Rachel
The Price is Right,

With text delay from afar.
Watched the time tick
Ever so slowly
Thinking about all I should,
Could, might be doing
Along with the possibility
Of deciding someone's fate
In the juror holding room
On the 3rd floor. 
At least the view

Through the window
Was as gloomy as
The mood in the room.