The AirportA Poem by Poet PittinixAn experience at the airport.I’m at the Norman Manley
International Airport. It’s around midday, and we
have a delay. The other members of the
team just left for the security post. We must obtain a visitor
pass to enter certain areas. My car is parked in front
of the Jamaica Post. There’s a no parking sign
near me. And we don’t have official
permission to park here. A red and white wrecker
just drove by, But fortunately, my
vehicle wasn’t towed. From where I’m sitting, I
can’t see any aircrafts. I see a number of persons
eating and conversing. It’s such a hot day, and
I’m thirsty. I’m going to get
refreshment at the Dukunoo Den Cafe. The menu looks appetising,
and they have affordable prices. Anyway, I’m not here to
buy lunch. I’ll just have a bottle of
soda, preferably a cola. The service here is very
slow, though. Security cameras are all
over the place. There’s a line for ordering
and another line for collecting. An employee just came and
took out the rubbish. I’m writing this poem
about my visit to the airport While I’m having this sweet
drink with a straw. I’m now looking in the
direction of the Digicel’s cell tower. The passengers who have
just arrived are awaiting transportation. They have piles of luggage
at their feet. Some are waving papers with
their names written on them. There’s a humorous graffiti
that reads: “Going Nuts.” My drink is finished, and
I feel like having another one. The guys just came back,
and they’re ready to start working. We’re now heading over to
the hangar. I’ll be staying in the car
park near the back of the waiting area. It’s partially empty at
this hour. I’m standing beside a low
wall right across from cargo bay. I see helicopters and
planes being serviced. An Air Canada plane just
took off! It’s getting smaller and
smaller in the distance, And it swiftly turns and
flies west. It’s fun to see the
elderly boss riding an old bicycle. They’ve completed the job,
and it’s time to go. The scales are restored to
good working order. We’re now leaving the
airport and heading back to Harbour View. The sea is on both sides
of the strip of land. I’m looking at the rocks and
equipment along the way While we’re passing a
section of the Palisadoes Road. © 2025 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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Added on September 21, 2025 Last Updated on September 21, 2025 AuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read poems and stories and to publish my compositions, not to e.. more.. |

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