sitting on the tarmac
that will never satisfy me,
even with the whole row to myself.
the only way this could get better
is if a beautiful woman with no baggage
came in and sat next to me
and we fell in love forever.
back to Chicago for business,
then Wyoming for a wild whatever,
betraying the day,
chapped lips in a mandate mask.
delayed all day,
flirting in Denver
with a married "Taylor".
steal a book
and a SmartWater
in Dallas.
my new heart relies
on the chaos of travel,
never settling,
never staying still.
what do I do if I never want to come back?