Special Effects on a Plane / Lights and Sounds

This was written while waiting for an Airbus 380 to take off.

The lights are blinking eerily,
The plane is steering wearily,
Now bright,
Now dark,
Like a walk in the park,
Or the fires in hell.

Gramophone artists play
Sweet symphonies of suburban melodies;
As the background score wells to a climax,
Green bug-eyed goblins in purple suits,
Walk me through the walls
With absolutely no fashion sense,
Like penguins on a cat-walk.

Seat belt signs above sapphire screens,
Stare at me haughtily.
Perhaps it is my turn to die today,
Perhaps not.

But,
The question ringing in my head
As a claustrophobic kid screams "Now Now"
Again and again,
Is "When will this bloody plane take off?".