She flows through the curtains from business class
The passengers stare as the drinks tinkle past
Unable to choose between red and white
Distracted by superangleic light

He strides from the shuttle with all his crew
To jump the exclusive privileged queue
Presenting his passport with simple hi
They already know who he is, what he flies

She sits by the aisle in a unique light
From the one open blind in the entire flight
While A and B invisibly hide
Her blonde cheeks are clear as the sky outside

He's still in the darkest corner seat
Of the lounge with the widest selection of meat
Staring and dreaming unreasonably
Of infinite hugs and perfectly free

She jabs at the screen on the coffee machine
Her specifications are tight but unseen
Then unzips her case with professional force
To face this week's journey fully resourced

He beckons the next with a tired bidder's tick
His movements are salaried, spectacles thick
In silence each hopeful and page gets no rush
The stamp is exact and dismissal a brush

She floats like her fragrance glides into her seat
Designer throughout impeccably neat
Pretends not to notice the mortals lurch past
Absorbed in the seasons and shopping forecast

He bounces his hair and broadcasts his smile
To brighten life in the economy aisle
From lottery ticket to plasticky snack
He's got your attention your cash and your back