Last Night

Dreaming last night

This crazy urge

 To fly KLM,

Between snippets

Of sporadic sleep

And dreams like

 Broken bits of

 Crowded bar

 Conversations

Echoing from the deep,

Someone singing

Somewhere In Time,

Somebody shouting

One plane’s the same

As another,

A grounded Yogi

At the foot of my bed

Chanting that’s not true,

That’s not true, that’s not true,

And Casablanca is playing

On all of the screens

The same lines

Over and over and over,

Of all of the spaces

In all of the places

In all of the world

She connects to mine.

Stephen Nesbitt ©