I was so tired when we landed <br />two hours more at Honolulu, <br />before the onward flight departs <br />Vancouver, I can hardly wait. <br /> <br />An argument now with the barman <br />the whiskey was a blend of sorts <br />and not what I would always drink <br />welcome to cheats, they own Hawaii. <br /> <br />I turned and stared at what appeared <br />behind the counter CP Air <br />and lightning struck, that's how it felt <br />I had to know her, it was life. <br /> <br />And in a moment we were laughing, <br />she had commanded in the past <br />the desk of Frankfurt's ancient uni <br />and now she flew the freedom skies. <br /> <br />I was upgraded to first class, <br />and watched her splendidly round ass <br />as she came cruising many times <br />with twenty year old Bourbon Whiskey. <br /> <br />We talked about the very smallness <br />of our big world where people bump <br />into each other and remember <br />old times that need to be refreshed. <br /> <br />It was a real act of kindness <br />I stretched back in the first class chair <br />and when we landed in Vancouver <br />I met her husband, and the kids.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bumping-into-the-past/
