Thinking my thoughts as the Sun
Sets down hazy.
Thinking my thoughts, in a
Chair thru the sky,
The jetplane fly,
The stewardess knows me,
One More Guy
Who pays for her
Attentions,
Her smile, her good
Intentions.
And would I like
A bite? To eat? A
Choice, there are
Two kinds of meat, a
Meal, at thirty
Thousand feet, my
Tray, I've salt and pepper.
Across the aisle,
Another smile
Another meal,
Another mile. She bends, her skirt
-- Her sheltered thigh --
Is naked to
My naked eye
And glands perform. The meat is warm. I
Cut it
With my shiny knife, half-
Wonder, Is she
Someone's wife? Is all that snow
Montana?