Mind Drift at 4:40 AM
By Don Iannone
Sitting in the Phoenix Airport at 4:40 AM,
one's mind is desperately prone to drift
to whatever one's mind can grasp onto,
and at this ungodly hour, that's not much.
No coffee shops are open yet,
and so, no cafe-adreno highs, and
that all too familiar mind-surge that kicks in,
like the second four barrels of an eight-barrel carburetor,
after that first mug of steamy hot coffee.
Are you following me?
I hope so, but don't--
because I'm not going anywhere;
not even with this driveling 4:40 AM poem.
The airport has public WiFi,
and so there is Internet connectivity,
but without coffee, and so
mental connectivity is painfully fuzzy,
with only four hours sleep, and
no coffee to accelerate the synapses needed
to complete sanity circles at 4:40 AM.
What the hell are we doing in Iraq anyway?