I was looking for a
quiet spot
But here you only get
what you pay for
And a comfortable
chair, a place to stretch out your legs
Before or after the
journey, it has all gotten pricey.
On the other side of
the divide, the business suit crowd
chows down, some
counting their calories,
others indulging.
These are insatiable
times. My friend says we keep steady
at the wheel
because moving forward is the
spell of sleep we've
been cast into, or because
we are bound by our
blood cells or our stories
to others
- they deserve their chance.
There is a fresh trail
of tears along the highway.
I just figured out why
my foot is hurting in time to my heart.
I swallow my coffee, imagine myself telling the server
or even the pilot
that none of this is the way we wanted it to be.
Instead, I just count my change,
pay the bill, mumble thanks, move on.
Lucky me, I still have cash for the wings,
or the wind on my sails.
