He was standing at that airport gate
She was coming home, but the plane was late
It was supposed to be in
at ten past three
He wondered “Why the delay, where could it be?”
Turns out they’d made a stop, down in Birmingham
It wasn’t scheduled, wasn’t planned
A mechanical problem forced them to land
Took them an hour to get airborne again
By:J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 