Hot Times
After landing we sat there
Waiting for clearance
to taxi down to the hangar
For about a half hour
Twenty of us sweltering
In hot Tulsa sun
Inside a closed stifling plane
Then one stupid jerk said
Open the damned hatch
It’s hot in here
The crew chief smiled
And opened the hatch
Did you ever see an open
a furnace door?
Nothing was in focus
It shimmered
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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