The arm rest fight

You board, you smile 

Namaste she says

Good evening you reply

Walking down the aisle

you find a pretty red coat

the one you know from school 

the one you know worth the fight 

but you surrender 

surrender your seat 

to listen to silence

and to fight for the arm rest

for the rest of the flight 

and some

And then the words are to be written 

Numbers to be tallied 

To be sorted and showed

To another lovely flight

In a crowd and with a red coat