How long can I sit
nursing a small coffee ’til
I’m kicked to the curb?
Long layover, Part 1: Queen City Kitchen
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How long can I sit
nursing a small coffee ’til
I’m kicked to the curb?
I draft spreadsheets, each
detail a talismanic
ward of protection.
tomorrow between
Chicago Phoenix I’ll be
a dot in the sky
Too old for pick up
and go – live in the moment
shit, but…what the hell.
Hear myself rambling
on, using sixty words when
six would do, and cringe.
Inside ease comfort
outside unpredictable
so hard that first step.
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.