In Economy’s cramped haul it’s all I ever watch.
Our course is laid on screen before me, a dotted line
miles wide, plotting the next ten dry-eyed hours.
This kind of travel is the loneliest of procedures:
solo-piloting a pale track above computer-graphic
continents. Across the aisle a blindfold man dreams,
ears cupped to rattling Springsteen.
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