I think I met an angel
in Atlanta at the airport
when I rode the crazy shuttle
going the wrong direction
for some odd reason
we were alone
in the busy, noisy station
no one witnessed her
but me
she had a friendly smile
and troubled look upon her face
"I should know better," she said
with a gentle southern accent
as we decided on a track
together and across
sharing curious glances
thinking of the chances
I tried casual conversation
she said she was heading home
to Shreveport for the holiday's
looking in her eyes
I could see her family's faces
she said she was a writer
musicals and screenplays
I asked her if I knew the shows
she called them
independents
and I took her at her word
the voice upon the loudspeaker
boomed with cold authority
the doors burst open loudly
as she grabbed her bag
and walked away...
so, I went on
to terminal DRunnells, Iowa '08
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