Day 9: Flight to Chicago
Flight to Chicago
I
had to get to the airport,
to catch a flight to Chicago.
I
thought it best
to get to the airport by bicycle.
I could not
get the over-sized suitcase
onto the small bike rack,
that
hangs over the back tire.
At
the last minute had to catch a cab,
and somehow arrived at the
airport
nine hours early for my flight to Chicago.
I camped out
in a tent city
at the airport, my stuff strewn about
everywhere,
with all the other nomads.
The
airport white phone,
kept calling my name,
interfering with my
airport camp out.
Each time I got back from the
white courtesy
phone, my campsite
became larger, more dispersed.
After
hitting the snooze,
maybe a dozen times
I cancelled my
flight,
packed up my suitcase,
moved out of the tent city,
And got dressed for work.
