I crossed the coffee counter
Never to lend a single glance
The air had too much caffeine
For a night that long
To be spent on yet another
Sleepless airport lounge encounter
The better seats, all six of them
All housed with dwellers
Who seemed nothing like each other
Nor a cent like me
Yet stuck in the same boat
For the entire dusky night
Or for moments unknown
Sandy smelling breadsticks
Searching for a soup too withered
Food too unwelcomed
Not a single palate to revere it
Couches staring at
Empty plates, buzzing hum,
Absence of noisy silence
Let go of the need to hold upright
I finally chose one
That was to be
My abode for the night
Gates flooded with shadows
Not with a day-like urgency
Whispers whisper silence
Like the mourning of noise
Dimmed lights yet bright
Fluorescence river in a plight
Everything moved
Without strides and runs
Airport on a snail diet
Two starless sweeps
Of hour hands later
The fuel began to jostle
Where play acted like pause once
Footsteps started to rustle
The caffeine was still in the air
The happenings hurried again
This time with a ghastly flair
And I... was still there.
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