At the Airport
The laptop-tapping-
cell-phone-talking-
bad-suit-wearing
zombies wait for their flights,
dragging bags and life behind them,
a slow death delayed
due to head winds.
The departure board flickers
like a stock price ticker
to all the hopeful suit boys
taking the delays as a personal affront,
the forces of nature having conspired
to keep Mr. Tie-Wearer
from his meeting.
I sit in my jeans and t-shirt
reading a poorly researched
Bukowski biography
waiting for the same flight,
delayed by the same winds,
only difference is
I’m laughing.
Laughing at the wrinkled frowns,
laughing at the frantic phone calls,
all the huffs and grunts
as the schedule is updated.
What can you do?
I guess some things
cannot be bought.
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Love it Mark. I so enjoy seeing people being stressed out by things they cannot control while I sit and make the best out of the situation. Great observational poem!
ReplyDeleteTaking Bukowski when traveling is such a good idea. (I remember reading 'Women' at Frankfurt airport in a similar way, laughing out loud, and very happy to wait for the world to do its thing) I also like the stationary point within a hubbub of transit perspective you find here Mark, but it's over too soon.
ReplyDeleteHi Mark, this one made me smile - excellent observation there. I like the rhythm of the piece and I like what the way you capture seemingly drab moment and transform them into poetry, you obviously have a real knack for it!
ReplyDeleteSo true Mark... some things can't be bought. Really enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeleteThank you all the feedback, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThe first four lines are a great entry to the poem - the speed of the short lines and the thumping down on zombies as you run out of breath. Makes you want to continue through the poem. 'Suits' - they take themselves so seriously and always in a hurry - I feel like saying 'Stop hurrying - you're only racing to your own death'.
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