At 12 AM,
When icy fog delays your trip home,
And there’s no room on the last flight to Bangalore,
Delhi Airport gets lonely for everyone,
Except the chairs,
Who get their freak on,
And start playing the staring game,
With each other, and with you.
Point blank.
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I've spent so many hours on those cold creepy chairs. I always fumble with how to sit ON my muffler while I'm also wearing it.
ReplyDeleteSick. This airport makes me SICK.