Airport Waiting Room
By Ben Schwartz
Gray seat
metal and plastic
uncomfortable
impossible to sleep
while snowed in
for days.
Fast food
cold grease
warm beer
. . .is that meat?
Don’t risk it.
I’ll have fries.
(I mean
how bad can
a French fry
. . .be?
. . .oh.
That bad).
Newspapers
leave prints
of ink
across my hands.
My hands
wipe my face.
Journal entries
of sleeping children,
lonely women in
red suits and
high heels.
Men remove wedding rings.
Newsstand paperbacks.
Famous authors
I’ve never read
become enticing
out of
desperation.
Call my name
Wave a boarding pass
Don’t care where
I land.
Get me out.
Let me fly.
Ben Schwartz is compiling journal entries and photographs of his trip around the world which he hopes will be interesting to more than his friends.
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