I was at the last breath of my career.
I flew to London because my daughter
was getting married.
they all hated me because
perhaps I deserved it.
on the flight the flight attendant
caught my eye
I think I have always been attracted
to nice ladies in uniforms
she was English I am Canadian.
but the flight was not busy
so she sat and chatted with me.
I told her about the wedding
she said she did not have children.
except once she was pregnant
but did the smart girl thing.
that's when I noticed a tear form in her eye
when I got off the plane at Heathrow
I felt a napkin in my pocket
on it she placed her number in London.
I got into my hotel
but I was the only one of the wedding group
booked there.
I knew I was not welcome.
At the rehearsal I was ignored.
my ex wife told me not to drink
and embarrass her.
in thirty seconds
I felt more alone than ever.
I called the napkin number.
she remembered me.
we met and shared a drink of wine.
she asked me why I was so sad.
I said it was my fault
I lost them.
she asked if I ever got lonely.
I whispered yes.
she said are you lonely now.
I said yes.

a year later

I am still in England
I play piano bar
in hotels.
we got married a month ago.
so much happier than before.
she had my new granddaughter
we are looking after her
for the night.
my daughter is out for
her anniversary dinner.
my ex said I look happier
than I have ever been.
her husband and I are golf buddies.
and my lady who flies the blue sky's
takes my heart with her
all over the world.
in her in her small
fit in the overhead compartment
suitcase