Lookin’ for Someone …

A little tremble

In the full lips,

A little tear –

That nobody ought notice –

Building in a blue eye;

Blonde hair waterfalls

Across a single loop ear ring.

Me? I’m – mostly – comfortable

Waiting for an onward connection

In this universal airport gate chair,

In this end-of-tour skin.

But this lady has my attention;

Lost maybe and in need.

I catch her gaze, hold it.

She forces a smile:

“Don’t mind me,” she drawls

“I’m just lookin’ for somebody …”

“Me too,” I’m thinking,

“But, Hell, Lady,

I’ll stop lookin’ if you will …”

But she’s gone before

The thought is complete.