Call out Ghost Rider to drive the Sky Zamboni

An old cowboy went riding on the MARC one windy day
Upon the platform he rested after disembarking the train
When all at once a mighty herd of red eye flights he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were mostly U.S. Air, who've bid (unsuccessfully) for Delta
The runways black and shiny and their contrails he could see
A bolt of regret went through him as he realized his cell phone could not take a picture of the sky
For he saw something pretty neat that he decided to blog about and he heard a mournful cry

Yippie yi Ohhhhh don't try to sing this
Yippie yi Yiii don't mean to call you old, Travis
Ghost Riders in the sky Zamboni