This is not funny!

Under the effects of jet lag,I drift through the terminal
I look for my cell phone but where did I put it
I must have packed with the tooth brush
So I go over to a bank of coin phones to call my wife
A recording tells me, that if I wanna make a call,
deposit 50 cents, which I do twice but don't get through
So I move to the next phone, which has no dial tone,
So I move to a third; same recording as the first,
same two quarters, same no connection

The last phone's recording is different though:
"If you want to make a call, hang up!"
Hang up? That's different and economical, too
So I hang up and wait and wait, but nothing happens.
...I'll call from the taxi stand

Shuffling through the airport
on the way to baggage claim
I come upon a lounge for smokers.
I see a face pressed against the window,
staring at me through a nicotine fog
the guy looks vaguely familiar,
and to tell the truth, he looks kinda dead
his eyes are hollow, his complexion jaundice
we never smile, we never wave, I simply turn away

Further down, I see an Air France poster
On it, Mona Lisa bids me to visit the Louvre
I pause a moment to entertain a suspicion
regarding Mr. Da Vinci's enigmatic model
Just then, I hear over a muffled loudspeaker,
an ethereal voice which hauntingly draws out every syllable:
"Might not the Mona Lisa have been a womb-man???

Like a cadaver flung at me by catapult, it hits me
This ain't no airport, screw the luggage!
I must have died on the dentist chair