Concord

Air France Concord
‘79
both just thirty
feeling fine,
Company awarded us
tickets to France
wearing a blazer
fresh pressed pants,

You in a mini skirt
in vogue back then
legs that reach
new shoes to hem,
Collect us in
a Rolls Royce car
suave leather seats
well-stocked bar,

Concord is tiny
windows are small
twenty-five rows
hundred people in all,
The famous, The rich
no Hoi Polloi
some voluptuous
some more coy,

Four massive engines
we roar into space
that’s what it seems
that is the case,
Curve of the earth
sky black-blue
champagne caviar
me and you,

Feel like two kids
in a candy store
absorbing it all
wanting some more,
Lobster with
filet mignon
eat every bite
until it is gone,

Display announces
flying Mach Two
a thousand three hundred
miles an hour with you,
Holding hands
like some picture show
vivid color
not New York snow,

Then it is over
we fall from the sky
Eiffel Tower
whizzes by,
Land with a thud
Charles de Gaulle
Citroen takes us
to the customs hall,

Into Paris
still travel in style
a little hotel
we stay awhile,
Then walk to a café
re-live the day
why can’t we always
travel this way?