Portrait of Market Researcher as Loose Cannon

Disregarding the no-food-on-the-job rule,
he is crunching on a sweet green apple
Big mouthfuls.
It is cold in his hand,
a poised grenade.
He's on a special assignment -
a rare wheelwright
needs to be interviewed.
The time is pre-arranged.
Leans on his desk like a maverick cop
leaning out the window of a patrol car.
The sun blinks on his watch-face:
"10 0'Clock. Let's roll.