Oh, Airport Lounge.

Oh, airport lounge.
You’re making me frown,
Bitter and sweet.
Orange juice and coffee.
Preying on my last,
Shred of sanity.
Abusing my wallet.
Oh, airport lounge.
Bright white,
And clinically clean.
I am always seen.
Big Brothers friend,
D-503,
Keeping me company.
Security cameras overlook me,
As I write.
So, my glass eyed voyeur,
If you read this,
Go away.