Photo Poem: “Departure Loungers”


“Departure Loungers”

The purple flannel suit drew my eye,

“shall I buy a coca cola?”

American, of course, thought I,

dry as brut, my throat’s relief,

A man, alone, nursing Heineken

from cans.

A place of big spaces

travellers wait and wait,

people alone surrounded by others,

accompanied by clever phones,

companions for wandering businessmen souls.

All with common goals,

a longing for neutral airspace

and leaving the lounges, for

departures back home.

By David Bugg (2011)

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