Today’s Elusive Bagel

Today’s Elusive Bagel

It was mid-morning, shall we say?

When an urge for a plain, toasted bagel

Took on me its sway

As I walked away from my work table.

Into my wheels I drove as if star struck

By a compelling logic

To the closest Starbucks

For a tall java and my bagel-eating project.

“But no,” said the barista

“We’re out of bagels today.”

So back on the 150 I drove eastward,

Heading for the next long-locks Siren on the way.

Upon positioning into a parking space

I was suddenly be-mused

By the store's remodeling at a leisurely pace.

It being closed, I descended into the blues.

One more chance as mid-morning about to close,

Into the Mall trotted I to the caffeinated stand,

An aromatic arabica brew filled my nose,

But there, too, no bagels were on hand.

“Why not,” said I to the polite young server?

“You’re the third store with bagels unoccupied.”

“Didn’t you know,” said the smiling, customer-oriented worker,

“The batches of bagels were compromised?”

Now what to do?

It’s approaching time for lunch.

With so many minutes and miles that I blew,

I’ll go to Panera’s and call it brunch.