Mr. Air Port Poem by Shane Clawson

Air port road baby
You are like a secret love
Can do no wrong
He's always good to me
I'm racing against the clock
Fretting and cursing
But he puts over drifters on lock
Go hard baby
No other lover
Ever made me feel this way
I could behave
Like a naïve, needy college girl
He puts me in my place
Never want to push him away
Do not tell me it's the end
Until this road is really over
I read a bumper sticker
'Help America pray the rosary'
Why should I bother
He is holding me
My air port road baby