Red-Eye Blues

If you take a flight at night,
Don’t expect much sleeping,
Though exhaustion in your bones
Will sneakily start seeping.

First of all, you’re sitting,
Which to sleep is not conducive.
Next are all the noises,
Making slumber quite elusive.

Even if the lights are dimmed,
Some screens are lit up brightly.
Putting on a sleeping mask
Will help, but only slightly.

Flight attendants on the march
Bring snacks or drinks or smiles,
Rattling their carts as they
Parade on down the aisles.

If you catch your forty winks,
You wake up in a stupor.
Next to younger passengers,
You seem a party pooper.

Then you land and you de-plane,
So wiped out you could cry.
Since you booked these tickets,
Now it’s time to wonder why.

You’re so wiped out the day is shot;
The red-eye part is true.
Some love these flights, but as for me,
I’ve met my Waterloo.