Waiting at the Airport

What do I do while waiting at the airport?
While waiting for my significant wife -
To scoop me up from the trials of life,
Which is wrapped up in work and public commute -
On the system that so politely answers to “Marta.”
“Hey sweetie, can you take me here and then there
And basically anywhere I please.
I’ll ride you till midnight and do so with ease…”

What do I do while waiting at the airport?
Site seeing is what I see,
Of pure, unadulterated diversity, between you and me.
Some call it “people watching”, others compare it to stalking.
Seriously; if I’m not touching, nor gawking then watching is as polite as talking.
A conversation between my eyes and your movements,
between your written journey at THAT moment and the comma in my sentence.

I’m done rhyming and stretching my stiff-poetic ligaments.
My ride is here, so I must continue with my movements.

Background

I take the Atlanta public transportation system, known as MARTA, almost on a daily basis back and forth to work.  Luckily for me, I’m a “people watcher” so I find enjoyment out of simply watching people pass by.  Wondering where is life taking them today, what made them put on that extra shirt or coat, etc.  So; I start my day being dropped off at the Atlanta International airport (which doubles as the train station) and at the end of the day I’m back at the airport – waiting for my wife to pick me up.  I started out this poem on my Blackberry and finished it in WordPress.

Feedback

I’d really like to see if I can get some feedback from you.  Please leave a comment, it doesn’t matter how positive or negative it is.  Any feedback is better than none.  I hope you enjoyed the passage.  Thanks.

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