sense of direction

Taxi cabs are slinking by,
people are preocupied
it is better than doing nothing. Chitter
chatter cell phone discrepancies
and business partners
mid breeze.
The dow jones did well today,
oh our flight
leaves in a hour.
Checking watches impatiently,
always jumping ahead
time travelers in our heads
never stopping, and breathing.
Smoking a cigarette waiting for a plane.
Cars honking
children wailing.
Coffee's and espresso's fuel for
a long day.
We're ten thousand feet high
passing ourselves just over the
next cloud.
An African is singing Ray Charles while
three white men get drunk
up the aisle.
Stewardess
goes through a routine she's
no longer saving lives
just a part of an act
but the bar's not open yet.
Land in a unfamiliar city,
I've grown to be an hour younger.
Festival in the middle of the city
cops are trying to find the source
but they're surrounded encased in the
walls of smoke. Dispersed, apparently
there are bigger things than the dreaming
hippies spending the weekend in a city
with no train station.

Reviews

[Lori]

I love how this poem just gives a real sense of clutter and all the short, snappy sentences that collide together give a sense of the chaos that is modern life, while still we feel centered with the narrator. You have a real (and rare) poetic gift at being able to convey emotions that go beyond just the words -- there's just a feeling they emit.

[EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoS..]

i adore.
and i'm from the middle of nowhere, so the way you catalogued city life and suburban life is coloful enough to contine reading but not too vivid to make your words seem three miles long. i love the three white men in the aisle. and how they could be those people you know. how all of this is so relatable that it all applies to your life somewhere.