somewhere over minnesota

somewhere over minnesota
patchwork peppered snow
blankets of smog, and dirt, and ice
this airplane smells stale and everything is blue and grey
like the midwest in the winter
ears pop, fingers tap, throats clear, downward march and OH M GOD!
am i going to be the last one alive?
why can't i smoke anywhere, anymore?
always questioning questions and answering myself on machines
a giant white banana, hilarious
oh! as the wings shift i am blasted with light
here and then gone, i am already cold
and alone, a tree is standing casting a shadow
to make black what was once white
i pray (cross myself) for splashes of red in the fields
no movement, at least a thousand television sets
take me back, don't drop me here
bloomingdales, ikeases, smoke stacks
white class/middle trash glowing beacon of greed
shining golden arch of grease, AIRPORT SATISFACTION
khakis and oh sweet dreams of the mall
here i am out of touch and out of reach
two black called to the stand as the screens blazeeee
behind them, and no one here smiles
no hail, all hail
to the CHIEF