To while away while waiting for the van
That is my last leg on this trail of grime
And squalor that gets me back to Cheyenne,
I wander the great teepee pile we call
The Jeppeson Terminal at DIA,
And wonder if there is among them, all
These other wand'rers, one whom I just may
Have met before or known or been flamed by.
I wonder, too, if anyone but me
Is list'ning to the kind of songs that I
Have pumping through my earbuds. There might be
A fan of Marian Call in this same bar!
Or of FZ or Bhtch tunes. How bizarre!