opposite ends of the room

opposite ends of the room
and they’re dreaming
about meeting in the middle
like those movies where
music rises up from nowhere
and eyes then arms then
lips are locked into
getting on with the happy ending

I missed the notice
in the Times, I missed
the recipe for summer
cookouts and the
fashion colors that
might have brought
me up to date,
no news to speak of
no timely food
no latest flair
I’m a poor pathetic
creature, ah me,
caught to last week’s
paucities
“so far as applying pressure is concerned”,
(this is the detective talking), “we are depending
on you to behave in every way as a gentleman
should”, (instead of handcuffs)