This is clearly "industrial poetry".
It is obviously this is about a man killing time in an aiport bar. Plus, he's adding his perspectives, principally emptiness in the tourists, waitress and the suburbia. But at the end, he's just part of it, part of the furniture.
This is clearly "industrial poetry". It is obviously this is about a man killing time in an aiport bar. Plus, he's adding his perspectives, principally emptiness in the tourists, waitress and the suburbia. But at the end, he's just part of it, part of the furniture.