Once again, I am sitting in O’Hare, waiting for my new flight home.

And once again, it’s already delayed, although this time it’s only behind by 15 minutes. Right now, that is.

At least I finally found a HotSpot to blog from.

Only Two hours to go! I’m going to get food…back later. Keep your fingers crossed for me, k?

drizzle. cigarette.
letters gone dark
on a hotel sign.
sports bar closing
across the street.

i’ve got no wings, i’ve got
no prayer that will give me
flight. i’ve got an untucked shirt
and no socks. too wired
to sleep, too tired
for anything else. all i want
is to go home, get out
of rosemont.

i know this late i look like hell here,
not that i’m any prize
when i’m home, but
when i’m home i’m not
alone

and for me, 2 AM in rosemont,
whatever else it is about,
is all about being
alone.