Waiting For The Guest

I wait for the visitor to arrive,
one known to me only by
reputation.  New to my acquaintance.

My house is clean, at least as clean
as I can make it.  I've taken out the
trash, swept the dusty corners, even
shined the brass candle sticks.
Everything is in order.

I debated about making a meal we
might enjoy together.  But I suspect
there will not be time.  People who
know him say he doesn't stay long.

I will wait as patiently as I can, but
I am nervous.  I want to make a
good impression.  But then I guess
everybody does.  I will shake his
hand and ask him to sit for a
little while.

I am ready for his black sedan to arrive.