Check In

You caught me off guard with your questioning, but I do;
it’s true,
I’ve fallen in love with every checkout girl from here to Timbuktu,
further, down route To Kabara into Kabara itself-
yet to be mapped by Google’s street view.

Let’s change that. I’ll call the ground crew as you pack,
contact Harrison Ford to see if his plane’s still intact: we’ll be there by sunset.

Me? I got the sack for turning up early,
that’s my CV to you.
Come fly with me
like the greats do.