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