Where is Margaret Gilbert?
I heard the tannoy say her name
There’s an empty seat next to me
On this over-crowded plane
I feel like I am royalty
I have space to spare
Where is Margaret Gilbert?
There is no one in her chair
The doors are locked for take off
She has arrived too late
Its like I am a rock star
With a model on a date
People they are staring
It is too good to be true
I’m on this flight for hours
Not with one seat but with two
I can stretch my legs out
Fling my arms around
Distribute my belongings
All along the ground
I can have the arm rest
I can have it up or down
Who cares where the head phones go
There’s no one else’s sound
I can use the toilets
Leave my tray table down
No climbing over a body
I can really move around
Where is Margaret Gilbert?
She never made the plane
Perhaps she died en route
Dead, so I am sane
Where is Margaret Gilbert?
I want to shake her hand
She gave me 14 hours of peace
Before I had to land.
A Tuesday Latte 