Out to Lunch

"Could you please hold this?"
He said and disappeared around the corner.
Holding the end of caution tape
Given to me by a strange construction man,
Standing on a busy corner.
Obviously there was construction going on at the other end
And I was simply helping out.
The time passed and the sun began to set
Birds began to pass,
And the busy street corner became abandoned.
City lights glowing
And I'm left here, holding the end of some caution tape.
Common sense tells me to double check the other end
But faith holds me in my place.
The stars come out as a chill runs up my spine
And the night sets in.
Unusual silence, and obscure unease
Pulls me around the corner
Only to find a note carelessly tacked to a post
'Out to lunch, back next week.'
The odd absudrity and irony of the message
Burns into my thoughts and pushes me back to my place,
Holding the end of caution tape
Given to me by a strange consruction man.
Now thinking with new incentive,
Leaving.
Lunch doesn't sound like such a bad idea.