leaving town for a few days

i like when people say,

i'm going out of town for 

a few days.

first of all, i like

the idea

that we are in a town.

how nice, how quaint

a small town is.

and that luggage needs

to be packed.

the house locked up.

the dog cared

for.

perhaps  a note left for the milkman

to withhold deliveries.

a yellow cab

pulling up, idling beneath

a maple tree.

i imagine the destinations

they are going to.

what island?

what far away land.

is it Paris, is it Rome, where

will they fly off to

when leaving town

for a few days.

i want to ask, is it business

or pleasure, or both?

a part of me wants to go too.