For my favorite carriers 

Tease me with timetables, double-cross at the gate.
I’ve nothing to do here but drink and wait.
Crammed in a middle seat that I’d never choose,
your profit-and-loss sheet for me is just “lose.”
When you pull off the rebook and kidnap my bag
that heavy one—that I had to drag
through terminal wastes—will I see it again?,
Travel’s no longer about where, but when.