NOA - TERMINAL

i choose a positive afternoon,
the airport's straight ahead
i tell myself on the way down there:
"could this be another addiction to dread?"
myself replies, with a glimmer in her eyes:
"we could always do push-ups instead".

terminal, je t'aime, i love you terminal, bella mia.
the doors guess my intentions
and slide to let me in
i take my steppin' slowly
with a ritual back-side swing,
intercontinental jive
is live and tickling