From a DC-9 at night
I look out on a field of lights
But that's not for you and I, I know.
Pools of darkness lie
Both to the left and right
Beneath the swollen sky
The low lows
On a DC-9 in flight
They turn the aisle lights off at midnight.
I saw a bright and shining sidewalk through the clouds
Slowly diverging from our route
& pressed my hand against
The tiny row of plastic windows
And watched the next-to-last hope go.
The low lows
The low lows
The low lows