Jim Yoshii Pile-up Carol Channing
[There's that moment of apprehension just before the
plane lands, and in your mind you see headlines, and
Tom Brokaw, and reporters standing in fields with their
backs to the wreckage. And you wonder if you even had
to be on this flight, driving is so much less stress.
Now you see the runway getting closer, and you hold
your breath. . .]
The warm, dry air
of another town
reminds me of the time
I wasted on you.
Did you miss your flight?
I’ll call the airline
and see if it’s delayed.
Didn’t get much sleep last night.
I could be with you,
waiting in the wings,
waiting in the wings.
Well here we go.
I’m 16 years old again,
awkward and shy
and unsure of myself.
I cough and laugh
I shift my weight and smile
and think of how much I hate you
for putting me through this.
The warm, dry air
of another town
reminds me of the time I wasted on you.
I wasted so much time on you.
So here we go.
I’m 16 years old again,
awkward and shy
and unsure of myself.
I cough and laugh
shift my weight and smile
and think of how much I hate you
for putting me through this.
And when my plane lands
I’ll be so far away from here.
So happy to be so far away from here.
