I was running late for my flight.

My 11 a.m. out of J.F.K.

I was standing outside, near Western Beef,

         on fourteenth street.

I was about to go, about to leave, about to depart

         couldn’t find a cab

Until the last minute

You were wearing your long coat

I leaned in to say goodbye

You were on the phone

I kissed you goodbye

         You never got off the phone

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.03.16:35:32@205HudsonNYC