Airports

(Listen to the poem here)




Some airports get a person’s name

and then drift miles away
and come to dis-resemble them.
Unless Da Vinci was a good
extortionist, De Gaulle dressed
black in grimmest leather
and had a hobby which
he practised in a dungeon
and JFK used sticky tape
to keep his trousers up.
Time for renaming:
Rome Al Capone,
Paris Franz Kafka and
New York Homer Simpson Airport.

Phillip Hill 2007

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(This poem is included in my book The Observation Car which is available from

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