Airport shops are something peculiar selling everything useless except books and this little pen that fits in my pocket! Only in my boy jeans of course, but would you know the airport bookshop doesnβt even sell poetry? As if the only ones cultured enough to read it are those in the city who are smart enough to never leave. Or maybe they know that poets spent the last of their money on the flight ticket and canβt afford to buy from airport shops anyway.