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 Laguardia

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