7 thoughts to “Airport bastard – a poem”

  1. 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 :-)

  2. @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.

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