7:30 in the morning, i flipped on the TV.
Wolf Blitzer looks tired. the man so admired.
i took a shower the first hour i'm awake.
the anauguration is today.
everyone will line up soon black car after another.
Joe is getting ready, maybe he's having breakfast.
i forgot about breakfast, there i remembered and i'm hungry.
so i made bacon and scrambled eggs.
then from a good seat in my tv chair,
well, we switched, but often do that, i'm in her chair.
both chairs are identical, more or less... no, exactly, and forty years old - from Nancy Otten..
our day is marking the event. no snow fall, a cold spring-like day.
good sun. i'll believe he goes easy when he is gone.
it's eight o'clock...the door is open...he hasn't gone yet.
this is our time also. a point to mark time. i'd rather have a musical event
like a singer and piano player. Diane Krall, heard her recently, what a fine artist.
put her on a fine piano and you have something.
Meri put it together, there's no crowd at the airport...he wants to talk to a crowd.
8:15 he and wife, Melania are in the helicopter.
8:18 liftoff for a fifteen minutes flight to Air Force One at Andrews Air Force Base. Joint base Andrews
what, i have to give a travel report for this poem?
my words are sleepy also i suppose.
not greased but moving ahead. i should be at a table looking
toward the rising sun. having an easy winter.
well i'll have breakfast then see how the world looks.
mask up,
way to go;
tie one on
this time for Joe.
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