Herbert Nehrlich - The Welcome Visitor

He has, indeed, with luck perhaps
managed to grow an inch above my head.
The stewardess who walked with him,
as they de-planed was duly smitten
the modern business class for those who can.

Yes, he reminds of days gone by, a while ago,
though skills are different now, it's all computers.
High tech, a basketful of gadgets comes a-visiting,
and soon we talk of salaries, as paid down in La Jolla.

Comparing, in the dim light of the lounge,
teeth looking good and just a hint of belly,
can hold his drink and likes variety,
maturity has come, at last to roost.

I now await the day that distances are blah,
two hours for a continental crossing,
we must do lunch and dinner, and a whole lot more,
though thirteen thousand miles is not for pigeons.

So, off he went again, the pride of those who wave,
we trust the system and the pilot looked the part,
a bit of wind and one small thought of men with guns,
it will be good to hear the telephone at dawn.

Herbert Nehrlich

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