Hooray my big day has come. And I will soon be on my way to Washington.
But first, I’m to ride a shuttle to the big Super 8. Oh, I hope it isn’t late.
So anxious to be on my way, I cannot wait!
I glance at my cell checking the time. Oh my, it is past five.
I should be on the shuttle by now but lo, such misfortune, I soon found out!!
They said they’d come; they said they wouldn’t forget me.
But they turned left instead of right heading to the cities.
Phone calls were made and they sent me a taxi instead.
Which wouldn’t take me to the big city; in dismay I shook my head.
So here I am stuck at the wrong Super 8 without my suitcase
Therefore no clothes, no hairbrush, and no medicine to take.
Oh yes, my luggage made it on the shuttle but not I
For I needed to store my car and then wait for my ride.
They told me to wait in a certain spot and so I did only to be hidden and forgotten by them.
So now, I am stuck in this blue room with a feeling of dread and doom.
A small desk, a TV, and one queen bed with three pillows for my aching head.
I glance out the window where the view is green; a park across the road looking serene.
But none of it is comforting as I now wish for that busy city scene.
A few cars, trucks, and semis drive and rumble by this quieter stretch of highway.
I call my cousin who hears an earful, “He forgot me; that unthinking driver of the shuttle!”
She is kind suggesting a sandwich and some food but I wouldn’t listen: I was in no mood.
in this quiet guest room I sit slumped in my chair thinking how life isn’t fair.
Somehow, I thought with a furrowed brow, I must journey north and fly out tomorrow!
I make phone calls and send emails for transportation to the big city
But no one is answering so for tomorrow, I will have to wait and see.