i sip the hot brew and i realize
the airline has upgraded brands
i say to myself,
this actually tastes like coffee

i look around and i see
that everybody has some sort
of electronic gadget

the man across the aisle from me
has his laptop open up and running,
he toggles from viewing his calendar
to writing his emails.

i say to myself,
i should have been a corporate spy.
he would have no clue,
spying not my thing, therefore,
i discard the thought.

i wonder if he’s writing his boss
an “i quit” letter,
now that’s the kind of letter i dream of