Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,439 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Of Planes, Cars And Bars - Poem by Smoky Hoss

I don't care to fly
in a plane way up high.
Flying
rhymes too much with dying,
and though rather old and fat
I'm much too young yet for all of that.
I'd rather travel by car
or sit in a nice quiet bar
having a think
with a cool, refreshing drink.
Pondering those things up in the sky
constantly passing by,
and trying to narrow down
the odds of one falling to the ground.
Or, the chances though slim
of a part flying off at a whim;
and, what if this particular plane or part
had the perfect speed and perfect arc,
to land
exactly where I am?
What then would my grieving friends say,
'Well, it just musta been his day.'?
- If only I'd been up there,
safe above it all in the air.
Rather than down here on the ground
where all falling things are bound.
Perhaps I've acted in haste
with this lack of aeronautical faith.
Now that I've thought it through fair,
it does seem indeed much safer in the air.
After all, when I leave this old bar
and I'm driving home in my car,
I could end up with a hefty fine
for simply weaving a bit over the line.
But, in that shiny new jetliner
as long as I'm not a minor,
I'm free to have a few
and leave the driving to the pilot and crew.


Comments about Of Planes, Cars And Bars by Smoky Hoss

  • Glen Kappy (12/13/2017 7:53:00 AM)

    What comes to my mind reading this, Smoky, is a moment with my dad having breakfast in a restaurant in uptown Manhattan. I was with him to buy merchandise for his store at the time. At one point, I have no recollection of what prompted it, he shared how he was once feeling sorry for himself when he heard of a plane wreck and all who died in it. That, he told me, brought him out of his funk and made him realize he was at least alive.. -Glen (Report)Reply

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  • (2/10/2014 12:48:00 PM)

    And hope they are not having a few as well..? Life is fraught with danger, you could always choke on your drink (especially when driving..or else you might get harrassed with anal probes by men wearing (misplaced) badges..hope you don't live in New Mehico, lol) ..drink well and stay safe.; -) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 5, 2014



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