A cowboy in a ball cap croons acoustic covers in the corner
His eyes closed to the noisy bar, you know his mama heard him singing to the truck radio and  said “my boy, you’re gonna be famous”.

A twisted sister sits at the bar
Pink stockings, leopard print on her shoulders.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor, giggling to the jokes only she can hear.
Leaving a trail of salt behind she takes her bags and stumbles to her gate

Tall handsome blue eyes buys the drinks and we share intimate details to pass the time.

Kids and tattoos,
Stories of checking boxes on our respective midlife crises we make safe connections during our connection.

With a handshake and awkward hug he heads to Ohio

And I wait for the next stranger to take a seat