Sluggish

Sluggish

A Poem by Inda
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Working at the airport.

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Sluggish

 

   The suitcases keep coming up the carrousel

and the old man nearly fell

      chasing his.

What the hell is this?

Why not look for another heart breaking,

     mind numbing

job that hurts my back a bit less?

    Although I must confess

there’s a fair amount of sizzling Brazilians

that roll by- exciting the Cubans.

(hard at work)   “Hey momma, need help with that?”

They say as they pull down another bag.

Big flight's here, three hundred passengers; twice as much luggage.

     What’s worse, I’m hung over- sluggish.

© 2013 Inda


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Good descriptive piece..............

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Inda
Inda

miami, FL



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