American Airlines Sutra Poem by Ishmael Reed

American Airlines Sutra



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).

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
William Zucker 25 July 2021

All My Excursions Riddled In Corporate Apathetic Nonesene Another Impediment Reliving Last Inconvenience Never Expect Senserity #executiveplatinum

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Ishmael Reed

Ishmael Reed

Chattanooga, Tennessee
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