In between love
And trying to scheme love
Who can say what we will find?
—— Tom Waits
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Ten minutes and I’ll board my flight.
Ten minutes and I’ll be on my last leg of this, my return to Oahu.
A man passes by and comments on my guitar case.
“Looks like that baby’s been around.”
“Indeed it has.” I reply… “Indeed it has.”
Ten minutes ago I was chatting with a guy playing his guitar in the corridor. Just outside the “Seattle Tap Room”.
His name is Billy. He says to check out the other guy playing guitar around the corner. Near “Arnold’s Fish n Chips”.
Apparently, the Seattle airport pays them to do this.
Cool.
Time to board.
Aloha my love. I’m soon to be no longer in between you and my island.
I’ll instead be only in between our last embrace and the next one.
Again…
Till then…
My heart will never have anything
in between.
Us.
