What's That Called?
You know that feeling at the airport
Watching passengers arrive
As you’re about to board?
Or at a restaurant
Asking for the check
As the guy at the other table is about
To devour a 28 ounce Prime Aged Porterhouse steak?
What about when you’re leaving the beach
Sunburned & sizzling after many hours under the scorching sun
Observing fresh incoming beachgoers unload their gear…or
On the highway,
Stuck in a bumper to bumper traffic
While others drive briskly back home
On the opposite lane…
What’s that called?
Copyright © Jaime Ferreyros | Year Posted 2008
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