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Outside, the clouds loom a dark, angry grey
It seems to echo my feelings about travelling this day.
Going to bed early, awake before four,
Still bleary eyed as I rush out the door

Travelling solo, an ocean seperating me from home,
The worry in my reflection from the gleaming chrome.
Many tips given, wanted or not
Breathing heavily as my stomach ties into a tight knot

Going through security, being as I can
My shoes set off an alarm, got groped by a large hairy man
Gawking at the price of airport food, my eyes open wide
A pound twenty for a small bottle of juice, I nearly cried!

Sitting bored out of my mind, waiting for the gate,
I'm rather thankful I wasn't late.
The silence broken by the roar of the plane,
News of delays cause groans filled with disdain

Stuck in the window seat, the ocean is all I can see,
Having to slip past people just so I can go pee.
Struggling to watch the tiny TV screen,
Hoping that the TV is properly clean

Small child behind me, kicking my seat
Struggling to resist the temptation to snap his feet.
My knees in agony with the person in front using his seat to crush them to dust,
He relents quickly though - they survive, albiet only just

The landing is rough, jolting me out of my snooze
My nostrils pick up the strong scent of booze
Checking my bag, making sure all the essentials are there.
My butt stiff and sore from that god-awful chair

Wandering the streets, as lost as can be,
The blisters on my feet threatening to kill me
I let out a cry of relief as the hotel comes into sight,
My muscles looking forward to a rest that night

As I meet people, the numbers begin to grow,
We play game, talk and mock a TV Show
Exploring the city, taking in new sights
Keeping an eye out for drunken Bar fights

We bond and we laugh, growing closer than we were,
The whole week has seemed like a blur
Before I know it, people are making their way back
Feeling sad as the week filled something that before, I did lack

But dwelling on that is the wrong thing to do,
Just gotta look forward, try and make it two for two.
For all the pain and trials, there is one thing I know,
If I had the choice to do it again, I would totally choose to do so.
Poem about my experiences in Philadelphia.

Enjoy!
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tomjhyde Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2009
Great job!
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Ratchet27 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2009
:D I liked it!! :)

BTW...
Typo on 12th line!
"I nerly cried!"
nearly is what you are looking for! :)
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Bahamut625 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2009
Grah! And to think, I was copying it down out of a notebook...
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Ratchet27 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2009
:)
Hey, I make the most mistakes when I am copiing... I hate copying...
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Trippette Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2009
You forgot the Hooters :P
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Bahamut625 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2009
What Hooters? :P
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Trippette Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2009
The one next to the hotel :P
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