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Sitting on

an airplane

heading out

to San Francisco

and feeling quirky

and uneasy

I’m heading out

West young man

and not sure

what I’ll find

The boarding pass

was accepted

and I’m told

where to go

I have

a window seat

so I’ll see

if we crash

I sit and fumble

thru magazines

and propaganda brochures

I am not

the least bit swayed

I am just

anxious to get

a drink

from the Stewardess

She’s Italian-ish

with dark eyes

and great body

I could sneak

a swig from

my pint of Blackberry

but I wait

her voice is sensuous

I lay on the veranda

waiting for a drink

She does come

with Mai Tai

with a cherry

but the haze

is shattered

by the cry

of the captain

We are told

the flying time

and treatedto a film

on how to die

but I am not

worried about dying

I just want

a drink

handed to me

from Sweet Sabrina

The trip is underway

I watch her work;

feel intrigued

and fascinated

the poise; the grace

or my imagination

run hog wild

I don’t know which

It doesn’t matter

I’ll have my drink

soon enough

It’ll almost be

anti climactic

of course, I will

still enjoy it

and have 2 or 3

in the air

after all death

is undesirable

but possible

and if I should

be called tonight

I want her smile

on my mind

as I make

my final descent