Cleveland Airport

I'm sitting next to my wife.

Her friends are chatting-Blah Blah

Who is this man sweeping the carpet with pan.

Plastic bottles, small bits of paper.

Using  a old yellow straw broom.

The handle is worn from his callous grip.

Wandering the "D" terminal zig zagging.

Aged,ebony,hunched over-salt and pepper hair.

I am lonely,next to my Bride.

Missing work-family-chaos.

Wanting to talk to this Holy blue shirted employee.

Hearing foreign languages-terrible background music.

Cowardly not asking "How is day Is."

Contemplating-regrets-doing nothing.

"We are material, bits and pieces."

Yet "He" waits to sweep us up.