In the Airport

So I had to get up at three AM and now i’m in the carpeted monolith called the Moline airport and someone behind me is making the chair squeak in rhythm with her gum chewing. As Stravinsky said, one finds modern compositions any place.

S.K.
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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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  1. Then, let me guess, after she jiggled the seat and smacked her gum for a while, she began a long, fatuous one-way “conversation” on her cell phone?

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