Vagabond Life
Tomorrow night
We reunite,
My beloved computer and me.
It's wrong for a geek
To be apart for a week
From his favorite technology.
The little hotel
Was kept so well
By unseen maids but at such cost
With evenings spent
In deep lament
Over the socialization I lost.
With family and friends
At the furthest ends
Of the country where it's three hours ahead
Even my phone
Left me alone
Since it's rude to wake someone in bed.
But in just a week or two
My family will be here, too
And my computer will have its new home
So, when all are in bed
Back online I will head
And when they're awake, I will not be alone.

