THE AIRPORT AT MIDNIGHT

 

 

THE AIRPORT AT MIDNIGHT  

 

All the planes have landed

all the people have gone

back to their houses

their curtains are drawn

 

The Shops are closed

their gates are down

the walkways empty

no body around

 

The Airport is quiet

not a person in sight

only the Janitors are

up this late at night

 

The TV's are off

the music is low

if anything's happening

only Security'll know

 

The carpet is swept

the tile is shining

the Eateries are closed

there'll be no more dining

 

And here I sit

the earliest riser

six hours to departure

and none the wiser

 

The weather delayed me

my plane had flown

stuck in the Airport

I might have known

 

At A-Fifty-Five

I sit and wait

the first customer at

this particular gate

 

So I'm killing time

with my pen in hand

waiting to fly back

to my own land

 

St. Louis is calling

it's Detroit I'm leaving

a good night's sleep

is what I'm bereaving

 

So I've set the alarm

on my pocket phone

please do wake me

if it's ringing alone

 

So that's my plan

I'm sticking to it

listening for the announcement

I don't want to sleep through it

 

So if you see me

nodding there

please do wake me

from my slumbering chair

 

I'll be your buddy

I'll think you're real neat

for the St. Louis flight

I need to be on my feet

 

I appreciate the help

I appreciate the hand

to get me back to

my own land