Airport Blues

May 28, 2008

I go to lonely airports
packed of people
watch the fast walking
eyes glazed
fixed into a
cappuccino crowd
of standbys &

the shine man smiles
hawks his trade
like a pt barnum
the brush carries
a beale street
12 bar rhythm
the smudged rag
carried from mississippi
sings a juke joint

snap two three snap

as the lonely sit
face covered
by the morning times
that history
is singing
the last note

This poem was inspired by a poem by Jo Janoski and of course a bit of life