Without Bothering Anyone.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

your head
lies on my arms

the plane moves
smoothly in the night
sky

at dawn it touches
in Los Angeles

you smile at me
and i know what is this
all about
for the nth time
when the pressures of
travel lands on all
of us

and so i did not
bother asking your name
where you live
and what you do with your
life

cause i know
that song, 'what's love got
to do with it? '

and i pick up my
back pack
move on with my life
trying to tell you
that i travel in style
too
without bothering
anyone....