Airport

Airport
I cleaned the apartment before he came
I vacuumed up every dust particle
I cleaned the bathtub for his arrival
I even did the laundry on a Sunday
I took the m60 to la guardia
I got lost after I got off the bus
I wasn't surprised (i have a poor sense of
Direction; I could get lost in my sleep)

God, I hope I'm at the right terminal
God, I hope I smell ok
And I don't mind waiting at the airport
If I have someone nice to wait for
I wrote his name on a big piece of cardboard
As a joke to hold it up when he came
I couldn't go past the x-ray machines
I had to wait inside a barrier
God, I hope I'm in the right building
God, I hope my skin is not oily
And I don't mind waiting at the airport
If I have someone nice to wait for
I kept my eyes fixed on the people coming out
They all looked tired (i was glad I was not them)
I wondered if he'd cut his hair like he said
He would, but I bet that he chickened out
God, I hope I didn't get here too late
God, I hope my breath is not nasty
And I don't mind waiting at the airport
If I have someone nice to wait for
By the way, he finally did arrive
I gave him a hug and ten thousand kisses
And like I thought he hadn't cut his hair
But I was glad to have him home with me