Long layover, Part 3: Out of control

Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.

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Long layover, Part 1: Queen City Kitchen

How long can I sit
nursing a small coffee ’til
I’m kicked to the curb?

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Traveling unplugged

We all crave power,
connection. Squat shamelessly
for that next tech fix.

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Airport robbery

Boingo charged me eight
bucks for all-day internet.
Sucker born right here.

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Bright future

Quit, burned bridges, then
asked for job back…in a text.
Guy’s got major balls.

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Late start

Still-in-my-bathrobe
day, a car without gas that
can’t leave the garage.

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Running errands

Off-list again, I
buy extras, blow the budget,
shop when I’m hungry.

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Diner

Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.

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Poor business decision

I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.

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Paleo

Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.

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