“American Airlines Sutra”
by
Ishmael Reed
put yr cup on my tray
the stewardess said 40,000
feet up. (well i’ve
never done it that way. what
have i got to lose.)
i climb into a cab & the
woman driver is singing
along with Frank Sinatra
“how was your flight coming in?”
(another one. these americans,
only one thing on their
minds).
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