Rochester

The plane rumbles forward right runway two Out the left window now up in blue Bags overhead are snuggled in tight They don't have to worry about the turbulent flight Trying to sleep, baby crying with mother Kids coloring books a sister and brother Rainbow wing from the sun a last flicker Smoky clouds down below like whipped butter only thicker The sky my old friend has grown a dark blue Twinkling streetlights more than a few Off in the distance a haze from the city One wouldn't imagine this would be pretty Soft voices ahead, pilot ringing a chime This short flight is ending in thirty minutes time A long week is ending my businessman life A long week is ending the arms of my wife