A constant hum as engines purr
We riffle through the “In Flight” mags
Where “Duty Free” once caused a stir.
But now, well-laden, tired and bored
(Few have not done this trip before)
They scarcely look up from their screens
Subscribing now to “Less is more”.
Malaysian dishes, dainty trays
But do I want a midnight feast?
I toy with rice and piece of cheese
Wrapped in my blanket, trousers creased.
No room to stretch out my poor legs
The aisles are blocked with trolley line
I put the “Flight Path” on my screen
And learn the route to pass the time.
(written 2013)
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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