At Lax Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

Slicing the drones of the scuttling travelers
Comes the macho voice "Attention, attention" —
From the well-hidden loud speakers
And nobody notices the swift silent motion

—"All army personnel, soldiers and officers!
Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport" —
Of armed bullet-proof and crash-proof coppers
Swooping on a chap wearing a camouflaged sort

With a cylindrical case of long and thin volume
And looking haggard, tired and hungry
—"You may come to our special waiting room
On the ground floor at Terminal Three"—

"Freeze, Airport police! Drop the damned thing! "
—"There are free tea, coffee and meals for you all"
"We will cuff you if you don't stop struggling! "
—"While you are waiting for your carrier's call."

Away in the strong room of the airport police
The cuffed chap lets see his two-piece fishing rod
—"The country salutes you for your service."
And to the Colorado trout he limps on to trod.