November 17

Hell's full of high silk hats.
As well as his closet.
Because he's a pilot.
He wears the best clothes.
Our best-fitting cafe capris.
Just happen to be his favorite.
From one shining sea to the other.
Is our Amber Waves of Grain.
"I Fly"
Because it's my only choice.
Tank tops with pink, red, green, white, yellow, and blue.
All catch his eye.
They found their instrument.
Then found people and formed a band.
"In my plane"
They rehearsed.
Whole and half sizes only
Are what he wears.
A living symbol
Is how he feels when people play him.
The planes are symbols of his career.
Which he began young.
Sit just about hips
And you won't get hurt.