Wrestling in Gdànsk

The bendy bus is full
The car in front
Blocks the way and
Empties an old man in glasses
Onto the tarmac
Curving 50 yards
From the airport door
He wrestles with the barrier
As a woman who’s
Out the door who’s
Hair as black as a rooks beak
Wrestles with the wind
As her mouth wrestles with
The driver
As airport police appear
Scratch heads and instruct
And point and conduct
A twenty nine point turn
As us meerkats on the bus
Laugh and helpfully suggest
Let’s say
After fifteen
The car makes way
The bus driver exclaims
“I’ve got a bus full here
Missing their flights,
What?!
Do you think I’M on bleedin’ holiday?!”