Poem - Sunday Mornings

i sit in the booth with Mr. Larry and Sam
sometimes Kelley's up here too
i stare at the wires on the sound board
and adjust them as i have to do
i listen to the choir sing
Larry makes words and pictures on the screen
i listen to the pastor preach
then, again, the people sing
i move the switches up and down
i press buttons and turn nobs
i usually forget to mute the choir when they're done
i turn on the music for the congregation to leave by
and when everythings over
i get a "good job" handshake from Sam
then i leave
and i wait for next Sunday
to do the same thing
all over again