An Hour’s Nap

Goodbye Mr. Rogers,
it was nice to be aboard;
Goodbye Mr. Jimi
and your E7#9 chord.

I step off the plane into my chair
fumbling my way to awake,
wondering how in the world
such a journey is possible.
My hands are still asleep and
my legs stretch of their own volition
as I hear my voice echo back up
the tube I just fell out of.
I am happy, still, yet
a tad sad to be back from
wherever it is I was.
I feel like a school kid
back in class after escaping to
a place where I was all grown up
and people wanted to hear
what I had to say:
profundities unremembered
and lessons learned as well.
Sixty minutes of being elsewhere,
trusting the warm fire-lit room,
my chair, and the Universe
to see me safely home.

Goodbye Mr. Rogers,
it was nice to be aboard.
Goodbye Mr. Jimi
and your E7#9 chord.

bABY-SLEEPING

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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