The nostalgia of TWA

I get how they feel, watching movies of their time. 
Just cause I feel it to.
Watching the planes fly high above my house I wonder:
Could Tom Hanks be in there, in first class,
And does that say TWA?
I could fall asleep, just listening to problems of the 70's
Being discussed,
In a dim lit room,
Eating Hamburger Helper off TV trays, 
Of scratched and stained yellows and blues. 

 
Vibes

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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