Welcome to the Country Airport,
also called the Loveless Hotel
Would you care for something to drink?
Ultramarine or Blue for their colors passing through us?
Fire aged by Rosicrucian in the basement?
Perhaps a light hors d’oeuvres on the funny side,
or otherwise something more substantial –
unholy sonnets or serious concerns?
Our specials today are Nice Fish
caught just above water, down the winter road,
and Night Picnic which,
given sugar, given salt, will forever
spoil you for the idea of the ordinary.
Standard menu also includes
smorgasbord of Anthologies, fine array of
New and Selected or, if you like,
Selected and New, as well as 100 Selected
and the always popular Collected or Complete
in flavors from Angelou to Yeats.
Now that you are coming up for air
allow me to tempt you with the bare plum
of winter rain, picked
at the edge of the orchard country –
archaic smile guaranteed.
Will you end with coffee,
or do you hear a summons?
As to further questions of travel, you never know…
May I suggest the movie At the End of the World,
a stroll through the Impossible Toystore
or a sail on the Boat of Quiet Waters?
But beware the Black Riviera
with its bandsaw riots,
rattlesnake plantain, lords of misrule,
and the berrypicker who will bore you
with stories of what happened
when he went to the store for bread.
© 2003 – Poets Online
This is another poem that found its inspiration at Poets Online. The prompt was to write a list poem. Can you guess what this poem is a list of?