Here I sit, broken hearted
Want to leave, but can't get started
Dispatch has a silly plot
So here at YIP, I sit and rot
Planes and pilots will be shuffled here
This idea sure is queer
Out all night, I have been
My duty hours are waaaay past ten
In a little while, I'll take off again
And head for home, where the weather's at mins
Down to 100 and 1/2, the weather is,
The clouds are low, but I've got the vis
Of the approach lights, I hope I get a peek
All I want to do, is go home and sleep
Most would say, damn this fog
But it's a typical night, for this freight dog
This middle of the night crappy poetry brought to you by an extremely bored, caffeine-buzzing, EatSleepFly.
