It’s after 1:00 AM

and I’m sitting on a wooden bench

outside the airport.


It’s a rainy, drizzly night

but surprisingly not stifling;

an occasional pleasant, cool breeze


There’s a stray cat roaming about

the departure and arrival area.

He’s wet and makes

an unsuccessful bid to break it.


He meows at me for sympathy

but I have no response

and nothing to give.

I have 7 hours before flying.


It would appear
that neither one of us

put a lick of quality thought

into our game plan tonight.