Tuesday Cancellation, New York

The suitcases are heavy and
          I fear
the Oxford Street
                         rolling suitcase
will burst from the
books jammed in among
               British trinkets and
Christmas presents bought six months early.

It's warmer than I remember
       why must I wait here?
All I want
is a cup of
                  Earl Grey

and the cobblestones

                                        and the rain

and a warm bed
                         so I may sleep.