In lower concourse B
There is a suitcase
Going under everyone’s nose
Looked over then overlooked
It’s looped the belt 47 times already
Scrutinizing eyes assess
and discard it
There’s gold dust inside
Or that’s what I’ve been told
But everyone’s more focused
on the man
being wheeled out
of the airport
in cardiac arrest
who the suitcase
once
belonged to
There is a suitcase
Going under everyone’s nose
Looked over then overlooked
It’s looped the belt 47 times already
Scrutinizing eyes assess
and discard it
There’s gold dust inside
Or that’s what I’ve been told
But everyone’s more focused
on the man
being wheeled out
of the airport
in cardiac arrest
who the suitcase
once
belonged to
