Filed from Seattle-Tacoma International airport.
Dragging my luggage, lost as a little dog.
I am weary of waiting for boats and trains.
I don't want to be sleeping in somebody's
Bed, stuck on their couch, looking up at the
Ceiling, thinking of how many days I've been
Gone. I am finished with walking and eating
Alone. In an hour, I'll be in the air, headed
Eastward, done with this journey, eager to sleep,
Then to wake, and go straight to my home.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-02-03 at 17:13
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I've grown tired of wandering airports,Dragging my luggage, lost as a little dog.
I am weary of waiting for boats and trains.
I don't want to be sleeping in somebody's
Bed, stuck on their couch, looking up at the
Ceiling, thinking of how many days I've been
Gone. I am finished with walking and eating
Alone. In an hour, I'll be in the air, headed
Eastward, done with this journey, eager to sleep,
Then to wake, and go straight to my home.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 75 times
Written on 2015-02-03 at 17:13
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