Infinite sky how luminous thy path;
Where delta wings curvaceously caress
The heav’n in all peaceful purity hath;
Rocket floating above with such finesse.
Engines roaring, blast thine body upward;
So that time dissipates around this sphere,
And chic this white diamond flies skyward;
For beauty beholden to the heav’ns near.
That for naught compares thine opulent flight,
Such luxury no expense do thee spare
Sonic tis the boom that proclaims thy might,
Jetsetting the life of a millionaire.
Ne’er was, nor will e’re be, a star so bright,
As Concorde Supersonic’s brilliant white.