Old Jet Airplane

It could go any day now.

Any flight could be its last.

It cannot be repaired…

it’s just old.

The sound of its rivets rattling 

is the sound of tambourines.

It was well made.

Its pilot put his trust into it.

He loved living dangerously.

Suddenly, a gust of wind took it higher

than ever it had been.

Good day, sunshine,

you never effing know.

If I seem to act unkind,

it’s only me, it’s not my mind

that is confusing things…

it’s only me, it’s not my mind 

it’s only me, it’s not my mind  

that is confusing things…

coming in for a landing.