Little plane, little map
Little leg room
Little cramps
Ears are popping
A day to ellipse the map.
From tonight to day, tomorrow
Losing a half day to the earths spin
Pass by the windows like the wonders under the clouds.
Steadily descending now
Ears about to explode,
Twitching with the lack of nicotine
And a coffee overload.
Dumb not to bring gum
Head set to implode.
City lights
Of Delhi from above
Coming in in the dark night
Spinning over and over
Hovering round 2600 and coming down now air speed 290 180
Alt . 449 422. 393 372
And the earth touches the wheels, the cabin reals fighting
Landed
Here.
Here at last.
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