Lawrence Hall, HSG
Romance of the
Boeing 707
Out
on Runway Number 9
Big
707 set to go
-Gordon Lightfoot
Old Ginsberg wrote that the typewriter was holy
An airport of words for coming and going
On a runway of ribbon, platen, and keys
McKuen might have said it’s a safe place to land
But then came the Boeing 707
Dear Gordon Lightfoot’s silver wings on high
It flew our words and us all over the world
And became for us holy in its own way
The 707 – there was nothing finer
But the last one I saw was a roadside diner
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