Jet Choo
My dream airline
has no wings,
pilots, gates,
or nutty things,
long limo hauls
to cities' edges,
conga check-lines,
or customs' pledges.
It's comfy for me,
and for you,
runs on a track:
we call it Choo-Choo.
We board early.
We board late.
Choose a sleeper,
drink a latte'.
Chugs in snow,
toots in rain,
through the burgs,
by hidden lanes.
In town stations,
stately, not new.
Best of all,
it's not Jet Blue.
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