Poem: Airplane Coffee
By: Christiane Demack
Clean thrill, rising, again
Spilled coffee, plastic cup
White paper, ink – as
The red roofs drop
Into a warm picture
Of Home.
That comforting voice,
Soothing, the voice of
Arrivals & Departures, &
Pleasant stays, High
Over the Atlantic –
Philadelphia Airport, Delta, El Al
A childhood, Future soaring
Warm and high,
As the glowing clouds
Herald the morning
To their overhead passengers
Thrill; early, and rising
As hot tasteless coffee
Spills turbulence.