Airman on the Ground 

 

by Tyler Mills

 

 

It’s another beautiful day in Chicago and I haven’t a thing to do

except listen to the radio. One window overlooks the lake.

The lights go on and I don’t know where I am for a second.

In fact, I am writing this letter on a desk

 

while I listen to the radio. One window overlooks the lake.

Take care of my car and see that it doesn’t freeze up.

I’M HAPPY OK. I’m writing you this letter.

Tuesday I’m going for a special test and hope I pass.

 

Take care of my car and see it doesn’t freeze up.

On the way to the show, I had a ride in a ’42, 8-cylinder, super-special Cadillac.

If I do ship out I’ll let you know. (I think it all depends on this test.)

I don’t know where or when. Every day, a couple fellers leave,

 

and I go to a show. That ’42, 8-cylinder, super-special Cadillac

reminds me of “my” car. Ha! So far I haven’t received any mail—

I’m beginning to wonder. Every day a couple fellers leave.

I talk to beautiful girls & eat in their houses, sleep in hotels.

 

What happened to my car? I haven’t received any mail...

So come on folks, at least a letter a day.

I talk to beautiful girls & eat in their houses, sleep in hotels.

I feel great—that’s why I’m writing a long letter.

 

No mail for two days. Come on. At least a letter a day.

Right now I’m looking at the picture I’m going to send you. 

I feel great—that’s why I’m writing a long letter.

I’m going to rent a camera, but I don’t think I’ll have the prints made.

 

Right now I’m looking at the picture I’m going to send you.

I’m going to get the negatives quicker as I may be shipped any day:

and I’ll rent the camera. I won’t make any more prints.

I hope I remain here over the holidays.

 

I may be shipped any day. Do you understand?

It’s another beautiful day in Chicago and I haven’t a thing to do.

I hope I can stay here.

But when the lights go on, I don’t know where I am.