Airport Bar

at the airport bar waiting

for something to happen

somewhere to go

someone to appear behind that door

to sit on the hightop seat next to me

under the dimmed light for jet laggers

drown ourselves in the sunset of a foreign land

smile at me with invitation

with eyes from Denmark Tunisia Vietnam Congo Azerbaijan

you that unnamed passenger

in the next moment

we will glide above the Atlantic ocean

805km per hour

towards the handcuffs waiting for us

the moment we set foot on land