Thirty Minutes for Obama

I am late for a meeting in the city. 

I have hustled four blocks south of Market to my destination. 

There is the building. It is across the street.

I have one minute to spare. Whew! I made it.

But, wait.

The policeman tells me I cannot cross. President Obama is coming through.

"When?" I ask.


I wait and wait. The building it is so close. 

Please let me cross the street.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, :20 minutes...Do I dash?  Do I run?

No. I wait.

On this day Mr. President. I give you my most value asset.

My time.

Obamanos PleaseJon Anderson