THE MAN AT THE AIRPORT WHO CHECKS YOU IN THE FUNNY GLASS BOOTH

THE MAN AT THE AIRPORT WHO STANDS OFFICIALLY

IN FRONT OF THE GLASS BOOTH WHERE PASSENGERS

STAND ON YELLOW FOOTPRINTS AND RAISE YOUR HANDS

ABOVE YOUR HEAD THE MAN AT THE AIRPORT WHO

MAKES SURE YOU ARE NOT BRINGING WEAPONS  BOTTLED WATER

OR OTHER UNFORTUNATE OBJECTS ONTO THE PLANE HIS NAME

WAS JUAN HE ACTUALLY SAID TO ME WHAT’S WITH

YOUR OUTFIT AND I DID NOT WANT TO SAY WHAT’S WITH

YOURS ALTHOUGH HE LOOKED AS PECULIAR AS I DID

I SAID THIS IS AN ISRAELI COAT DRESS AND A CAMBODIAN

SCARF THEY WERE BOTH AN UNUSUAL COLOR GREEN AND HE SAID

WHAT’S A COAT DRESS AND I SAID IT’S A DRESS REALLY HOW’S THAT

AND HE SAID WELL AT LEAST TAKE OFF THE SCARF WHO CARES

WHERE IT’S FROM AND I SAID I DO AND HE TOOK MY SCARF

AND PUT IT RIGHT INTO A GREY BIN WHERE IT WENT THROUGH

THE X RAY MACHINE NO PROBLEM AND THEN GAVE ME THE ONCE OVER

WITH HIS OFFICIAL EQUIPMENT AND THEN ONE LAST DIRTY LOOK

BEFORE TELLING ME TO HAVE A GOOD TRIP.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

2 Comments

  1. I love this one! Because this smells of the USSR where I lived at young age and I can identify with your feelings.

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