Five hours I had been waiting
not quite she said
Four hours and forty seven minutes
six ahead of you now
Cold air in the waiting room
write a letter to the manager
don't sit on the floor
snapping at the young girl
The television the focus
as the fifth hour turned
to six, despair sat in the corner
and hope went to sleep
Drunk guy farted loudly
Headphones hit the vending machine
another ambulance arrived
And I dropped down the line again
- Ciaran Burke