The premium lane at the airport costs a hundred-twelve,
It’s the same security as the regular shelf
Of shoes and laptops in the bin, it’s just that there are four people
In the premium lane instead of forty, and the steeple
Of privilege is: you reach the x-ray belt
Eleven minutes faster and you also get to felt
The satisfaction of the look-at-me lane choice,
The premium experience and its quiet voice.
It’s the premium experience, it’s a tier above the rest,
The premium experience and the subtle interest
In being seen as someone who has chosen the upgrade,
Who has the membership, who made the call and made
The decision that the extra is worth it, which it is,
It’s the premium experience and everything is his
Who signs up for the annual at one forty-nine,
The premium experience and the premium design.
The premium coffee at the airport costs eighteen dollars,
It’s the same espresso machine as the one that follows
The forty-dollar entree at the terminal restaurant,
The beans are sourced from a cooperative, a font
Of language on the cup says small batch and direct trade,
The barista has been trained in latte art, and made
A leaf in the foam that you’ll photograph and drink before
The boarding call, the premium experience at the gate, and more.
He’s been Gold status since 2018, which means
He gets the early boarding and the overhead bin scenes
Are already sorted when the coach fills in behind,
He gets the bonus miles on the purchases aligned
To his travel card, which he put everything on since
The points are worth it if you’re traveling, the hints
Of free flights materialize as coach upgrades to the last
Premium economy seat, the premium experience, first class.