it happens every time i fly
all is well
til the dawn of the day
that I set sail
anxious MOFO
that feeling of sitting in court
waiting for the judge to lay the smack down
sentence for my 3rd DUI offense
I try to laugh it off
put on a brave face
take off my shoes in the name of national security
manage to escape with a little dignity intact
soon i'll be high
in the sky
gin and tonic
more peanuts than an elephant in Georgia
reflecting
why do i become a basket case on travel day?
peeped La Bamba ten times too many?
perhaps
serious reflecting
why is it that a 60 year old,
4 ft. tall, 90 pound philipino woman,
is checking my shoes for explosives
without offering salutations
or a smile?
Maybe she had to pay $20.00
for a burrito in the airport
on her ten minute break