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.