h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

All we want to do is get out of here.
Inside the terminal, chaos.
Rare glimpses out the window show
Planes sitting idle, impatient.
Only the experts know for sure:
RAF, do you mean it?
Tell us the volcano is quiet now
So we can all go home.

Airports
As you sit there, waiting for your flight,
In the hope that you won't be there all night,
Refilling you glass at the faceless bar,
Pretending it's normal – the way that you are.
Observing the throng, as if in a trance,
Rehearsing as though it's some sort of romance,
Talking to no one but listening to all,
Silently waiting your final gate call.

I had written that one before (as an intro to Tales of Benshasha) so here are two more to choose from:

- Airports -
A way of travel devised in hell,
It grates like the knell of a funeral bell,
Ravaged by chaos, wracked by fear,
Parting, departing - it's not really clear.
Of all the ways for man to travel,
Really the hardest to unravel,
Travelling inside a metal cigar,
Seems quite insane, if not bizarre.

- Airports -
As I wait in vain - that all will be well,
In the cavernous halls, at the gates of hell,
Recounting the hours that I've wasted here,
Perspiring with fear and steeped in beer.
Oh can't there be a civilised form,
Relaxed and courteous, pleasant and calm,
Travel should not be something to fear,
So what the hell am I doing here?