Airport

 

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.