FLYING THE CONCORDE
I am not immune to the desire
to wind the stem of old time back
and with as much success as most
Except when the Concorde flew the sky
and I, pilot to pilot in the cockpit stood
and watched the earth reverse for me
on a flight from London to DC
What have I done you ask
with the slice of time I stole
Saved it in a bank of cloud
above the ocean eight miles up
where I can go if I ever wish
to write a check for a smile or a kiss