i'm stuck
in a strange city, sitting in a bar
eating
a hot dog.
drinking a beer, a stack
of magazines beside me.
strangers
are hunched over
like bears in their overcoats,
some snoring,
some with that long distance stare.
a four layover.
the snow is three feet deep
on the tarmac.
the wind is blowing.
all the flights blink red.
i am in between nowhere
and somewhere.
there's a baby crying.
wish you were here to join
me in this misery.
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