flying coach
crammed together tightly
with little room to breathe
one hundred thirty people
stuck in a flying tube
a tiny little aisle between
two rows of seats
hardly even big enough
for large people to fit into
the attendants are resplendent
in the company's raiment
they quickly repeat the safety brief
as I fidget in my seat
they say we can watch a movie
for a crisp five dollar bill
and it will cost a dollar for
water to take my pills
oh how I long for the days
when a customer was king
times are tough and costs so high
I think from now on I'll drive, not fly
Copyright ©2008 Don Tyson
10-6-08
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