Airports Poem by Randy Resh

You can always tell the staff from travelers
by pace demeanor and dressing

those leaving bouncy beaming
itinerant disconnect pausing

disheveled disoriented arriving
discombobulate retrieve relieving

Stranger still are sorted strangers
best chum company coordinating

mindless conversation even sounds interesting
...anything for entertaining

and I like the bar with it's wide window view
runway take-off terrific traffic

Yet my by far favourite fantastic
what surely sends me airborne claps

- are the skycaps:
smart slinky Flight Attendants
uniform to whom I ever tip my hat

12 o'clock mile high bearing
blast-off boisterous brat

Air France has me arriving


Randy Resh 2007


Futureale Magazine 2010