Self Imposed Exile

Ive spent many evenings dreaming,
of service stations and airport lounges.

Passing people in distant cities,
enjoying a meal with mountain air.

The wine will be flowing,
The ash tray filled,
me alone in my self imposed exile.

A picture of security and independance
perhaps

that picture is keeping me warm
on the way to work
April showers in August.
With everyone else but myself
I certainly dont deserve this.