IBM

On wistful nights
every now and then
I dream of IBM.

I am at the Boulder campus
Closed in recent years
but still alive in these dreams.

Often I am attempting to leave
To get back home
wherever that may be.

I intend to reach my car
But the several buildings conspire
to keep me there.

Hallways and walls 
corners and corridors
Become like a shifting maze.

People I meet  
or interact with
are total strangers to me now.

Even then I never knew them.
Workers pass me dutifully
not retired as I often am.

In the latest iteration
the empty halls and cubicles
were a pale and dull green.

The site was being sold
Employees were buying
chunks and pieces as investments.

Against a certain future
where they can sell at a profit.  
I was, however, unconvinced.