Businessmen in aeroplanes
Have this look on their face
Like they belong up in first class
Without pleasure they take a sip of water
Their pupils fixed on documents
We get off the plane
They are walking faster than the rest of us
As if business were a higher calling
More important than family or holiday
As if they were the only travellers
That truely know where we are all going
They push their cart
All dressed in dark
As if they were members of a special force
On target
Mission accepted