landed in frankfurt 12 hours later then i usually arrive there. the airport in a finer light that time of day. a slight glow instead of the harsh morning coffee amp blaze. a wonderful tired energy about it that meshes better with my travel patina.
the telecaster is missing from my checked luggage. got to look at the positive side of this. if it arrives on the next flight, it will be delivered to the hotel and i don’t have to lug it now along with my other stuff. negative side, if i never see it again, i will miss that 1949 neck and the ’55 les paul p-90s. its my once in a life time guitar clutch.
i train it into town like a local. buy the wrong ticket like a tourist.
there’s a soft welcoming rain. enough to moisten the eye.
walk to the hotel almost across the street from the station.
settle in. have dinner there. and then collect myself.
particles still arrive late when you shove yourself into the future.
being alone, you feel everyone missing and molecules reconnecting.
dinner was filling. tuna steak, mashed taters and pan cooked spinach. 2 beers.
time to write. email. and delight in stretching out on a bed. just before sleep, the guitar arrives. then plunge into a deep sleep. wide awake 4 hours later for reasons only jet lag can explain.