Delayed in Chicago

The weather is rain and my glasses are fogged.
My memory is slipping I’ve been here so long.
I bought an espresso to help with the fight.
I bought food I normally wouldn’t eat.

The boarding man has a droning voice
And it interrupts my music it is so loud
I’m trying to enjoy some Cake
I’m chewing some gum
My legs are weak and I’m smelly.

Oh I’m seating zone two.

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