Airport bastard – a poem 1 May 20071 May 2007 thegirlinthecafe Pathetic poetry Share this:FacebookTwitterMoreTumblrPinterestPocketEmailLinkedIn Related
7 thoughts to “Airport bastard – a poem”
“The” other? My dear, merely the next on the list :)
OK Paul, especially for you, a rewrite of the last verse:
“He finds his phone
begins to text
Is it Ann or Jane
he’s seeing next?”
Better? Makes him a bigger bastard for sure :-)
OUCH. Tell me this isn’t a true story.
I like it.
@Jaci – well I saw something like this happening at the airport. I don’t know who the guy was going to call with his mobile, maybe he just called his office or his mother – but anyway – that was the inspiration for this poem.
Thinking about it it’s not that often I write about the dark side of love.
Ouch indeed. But I like it too.
Ouch … too close to the bone. Great poem