The Poet and the Performer

She was the last to board the jetliner And had to stand forlorn As they found a seat for her. Clutching a fat paperback With no aide nor lackey in sight She was flying to keep her date With the film maker for a filming And I was leaving my family and land To keep my job ten thousand miles from home. She would be feted and pampered for sure A cine star or starlet in limelight The richest in the new order of times. We landed at the big city airport Came down the stairs and stood In the shade of the huge plane. Our eyes met, a casual moment Of shared thoughts and taking notes. Each engulfed in concerns our own