So I’m blogging sooner than I thought. I’m sitting in the Minneapolis airport, awaiting my flight which has been delayed. I’ve already finished watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, read Oprah and National Geographic, so I’m getting kind of bored. The airport is woefully sparse with the outlets for laptop charging, so I’m sitting on the floor between the ladies restroom and a prepaid phone card machine.
In my boredom, I’ve decided to compose a short, rhyming, silly poem called “Ode to MSP” in honor of my favorite airport at which to be stuck:
You’re the airport for me
From where I sit
to type and knit
an abandoned french fry greets me
Your worn carpet and pleather
and hot muggy weather
welcome me home without so much as 1 tree
with carts that nearly run over me
Ladies in sweatshirts and stretch pants,
moms with babies who dance
herald me home
irritated by cell phones
to the land of the corn and the beans.
more to come if I’m still stuck here in another hour.