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
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)