Late Friends

At this rate, you may meet them in your next life
Hunched here, ass throbbing, sliding on the bench
To catch the slim shade cast by a single coconut tree
Spared a Coconut Rhinoceros Beetle death
Inching along as it ticks the lengthening minutes away
A tropical sundial, so somethings do run smoothly
As you perch here, somewhat ruffled, wondering
Where are they, although they did say they’d be a little late
Which is redefining little, as biglittle, unless disaster
Has struck, you imagine worst-case scenarios
Images of da Bus plowing into them
Plows bussing ‘um up and jumbling them under
Das organic, you know, make da vegetables come beeg
Or pianos flattening them as fate will fall for us all
Which makes you smile, the piano part, not fate
As if this were a cartoon, an ACME brand grand
Then you feel guilty because these are good friends
Who may be long gone while you wait for them here