"Tis a poem" airport to airport

The feeling is mutual
The feeling is gone
Empty
Dry
Bored
Oh lord
Give me a bit of vavoom to consume
The helpless stretch is over
Now into the waiting room
I find another seat, read and ponder
Anxious no longer, that coffees got stronger,
Have a fag about it
Delve into that helpless pit
To shy to talk, i take a walk
Shops stare in my face, I stare back and I imbrace my boredom
time feels longer, it's no race
It's about wasting time, writing rhymes
Fill up the hours as my boredom towers
Maybe write a poem about political powers
No showers, that's a shame
A shit shower and shave woulda made a nice game
Oh well, no ones to blame here
Thets kick it into fith gear, I'm gunna get a beer