Grumblings From the Road (poem) by Sara Coslett on AuthorsDen

Grumblings From the Road
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Sigh, another hotel room Dallas this week Yeah,Tex-Mex Rah Rah I don’t mean to sound so apathetic I love Texas But this is my third trade show this year and my companies fifth. Hey, it is only January 22, 2003 Oh man, I am sick of hotel rooms Let me guess, you are sitting there reading this and saying to yourself, “Wow what a glamorous life Sara has, traveling all over the world, she is sooooooooo lucky.” YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOO WRONG THIS IS HELL Give me my own bed, My pillow, The sun setting over my lake Disney’s nightly fireworks The cats all snuggly and purring The dog licking my feet At least I have my hubby here He is my own private Robin Williams Always filling my life with his never ending cheer A real joke meister that man I am so lucky he loves me He is so lucky I love him 'Cause when you spend all day And all night Continuously In each others company You better have love To hold you together Otherwise even the most mild of irritations Will set you in a tailspin and make you want to rip the others head off So you look at your spouse and he looks at you And out of his mouth comes a joke No venom, just a joke and a laugh Yeah now that is love Real love Not cyber love Love love And of course I have my fantasies too No, not those Hehehehe, yeah maybe those too But I mean fantasies of the future Where instead of trade shows I’ll be beamed into your room No thousands of rooms simultaneously all over the world Hey, maybe even the solar system A holographic image Life sized translucency Pitching my wares While my true lifeform is in MY home. Sometimes I wonder If the only thing that prevents life such as this is corporate need. Survival of the unfittest. Yeah I know I’ve lost you now. Okay this is how it works. If I and all the other business travelers/frequent flyers find a way to make a presentation without actually needing to travel to another location then all the belly aching you are hearing out of the airline industry today will be a mild whine compared to the catastrophe they will experience in this vision of a new world. And then you will have trickle down economics really show its ugly head. Only what will be trickling down is bankruptcy of airlines, caterers, travel agents, luggage manufacturers, computers, airports, air traffic controllers, etc, etc, etc. I think you get my point. So progress is a slippery slope folks. And now that I’ve chewed your eyes raw It is time for bed Good night.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 24, 2003

Sara Super Girl....thank you for sharing yourself with us....
It's great to be able to do what you do...
we need more people like you in this world who can still be "human" ....and not just a machine that operates by pushing a button...
Thanks
Love
Tinka

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on January 23, 2003

Excellent write, Super Girl!

Reviewed by michael horetsky (Reader)

Excellent write.. I have done 40 shows in a year and wow .. Best feeling rollin Home.. Kids aT door..'Thank yo

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

I traveled for years and your home becomes where you put your head for the night, the maid service became my wife and the deskclerk was my alarm, and the Denny's was my breakfast with lunch being two drinks and someone else's cigar smoke, and dinner that was all that and a bag of chips, from the Quickmart. My chariot was American Airlines, and vacation was over in two days and I would start all over again. I now regret I didn't say no.

Reviewed by Anwer Sher (Reader)

enjoyable.. interesting..

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 22, 2003

like they say, "home is where the heart is"

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Trade Shows and nameless faces, bare walls and just stir crazy....

Me too. I've traveled and done trade shows, met so many that I felt bad for not remembering faces. The life leaves you numb and the glamor is ficticious. Fun write but oh so true for the life it portrays.
--susan

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

1-22-03

It's Called Confusion Your Poem,i.e . Least You have a Bed to Sleep in__Literally Millions Of USA American Citizens Do Not As They're Still Sleeping in Streets,Most are Children!

__As For Greedspan Who Pull's His Strings:

In My Books & . My Web Sites I Wrote/Quote:

Give Me 3 or 4 Powerful Intelligent Mind's And, I, TRASK Will Rule This World__

But,I, TRASK Do Not Need And/Or Want This World, Truly,I Will Leave This World
(Holy Hell)Behind With You, (Greedy)$$$$$ Humanity...

TRASK

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Enjoyed this peep into you;-) well done!Fly happy, fly safe;-)

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Sara, you mean Sara is Super Girl. Well at least in a hotel room, you won't have to change into Super Girl in a phone book. And how hilarious this is. LMFAO ... lmfao
means (let me find an outlet) (what one newlywed said to the other) ....(or) ha ha
ain't gonna' tell. Bill Murray