the airport blues

i cannot make sense of it
the music interrupts me
and so does the misery of those around me
(although most wouldn’t say it
some might not even know it)

fussy children
giggling teens
tired adults
wheelchairs wheeling the aged along

they’re all just fumbling along
as am i
(as are you)

but for some reason today
the state of it has pressed me into the ground

i’m sure i’m just overstimulated

or maybe it is that the noise of airports
demands too many memories be heard

i think it really is too much to ask of someone
to sit alone on cold aluminum
while the mistakes of 20 years ago
wave their dirty fingers in your face
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