Flight Path
 
Neale Morison
December 2006 

Why here, and why do we stay? 
Would it be better to move far away? 
A sea change, a tree change,
Some silence and space.
Away from the chaos and noise of this place,
 
Away from the hub, where all the roads meet,
Away from the buzz, from the word in the street,
Away from the monsters that scream in the sky,
But what place is like it, see Leichhardt and die.
 

Leichhardt, the invitation, Leichhardt, the destination, 
Leichhardt, there's nowhere else to be.
Views of the cityscape, except when the air's opaque,
In Leichhardt the air, at least, is free.
 

Doppio, and macchiato, latte and affogato,
Cappuchino, glass of vino, sip a mocha, talk some soccer,
 
Greenish, environmental, shamelessly sentimental,
Leichhardt, the home of bleeding hearts,
Vaguely subversive chatter, partway to Parramatta,
Leichhardt, where revolution starts.
 
Venue for trendy eaters, ten thousand parking meters,
Pannacotta, zabaglione, donnatella, al limone,
 
(Gratuitous time signature change)
Here's a bar of seven eight, 
Miss a beat or you'll be late, 
Don't ask why, accept your fate, 
Now it's over, let's go straight to 
 
(Canon) 
Leichhardt, the diesels roaring, nowhere else to be,
Leichhardt, the jets are soaring, nowhere else to be,
Leichhardt, your ears are ringing, nowhere else to be,
Somewhere the sound of singing, nowehere else to be, 
Leichhardt, the wheels are turning, where the air is free,
Leichhardt, the tyres are burning, where the air is free, 
Leichhardt, your ears are ringing, where the air is free, 
Somewhere the sound of singing, where the air is free, 
Here in Leichhardt 
 

Neale Morison
neale@nealemorison.com