I live in a top floor flat
Which is positioned
Opposite one of the main runways
Of The Blue Airport
My father bought it some years ago
And lived there with me
Until he drank himself to death
It then became mine
I quite frequently sit on the flat roof
With La Rupture who is a stewardess
It is a convenient arrangement
As she waits between flights
Sometimes only for hours
I often sit in my lounge
And watch her flights take off
I often sit in my lounge
And watch her flights land
We are not in a relationship
We just remain good friends
She has a girlfriend in Bonn
Who I once met at the airport
They make a nice couple
And appear to be in love
Other members of flight crews
Often crash in my flat
These frequent visits
Help to keep me company
During my darker days
No cash is exchanged
Just the odd gift
Which I normally give away
I once wrote a book
Which was moderately successful
And then my pen dried
So I tried my hand at poetry
With little success
This is an example
Of my strange poetry
Which often travels
Around the world