Addicts at the Airport

Our desert city is unremarkable
But our desert airport is special:
It sits near a celebrity rehab center.
We love to sit in the airport lobby
And see the addicts exit flights, shaky and disoriented
Being leg by the arm by their bodyguards
Or the addicts are entering flights
Frail but steady
If they’re lucky.

We love our exclusive access to these fallen stars
But we feel for them too
We know what it’s like to have that stony feeling in the body
Those locked up tension lumps
That come from self blame
We know that booze helps.