Beatnik Joe
Little, Black, and Round
Heaven, Dark Roast, Ground
You kiss my lips and
Touch my Heart in ways most profound
Whether bitter, thick like mud,
With crappy, floaty crud,
Or smooth and regal nectar,
That lingers as my master
Your end becomes my means
To not succumb to
Murderous temptation
Each morning
Ohs noes! I'm decaffeinated. I have a few hours before my flight and I'm still at the office like a busy bee. The locals I met adjacent to the consumption of alcohol last night told me the cocktail lounge upstairs at the local airport serves
LIIT's with 7 shots of liquor for 7 dollars. If my flight is delay again today, forward my mail. Apparently only 4% of the clientele at the airport bar are travelers. Locals drive to the airport to drink. That cracks me right up. I'm really looking forward to setting foot back in Texas. It's only a few hours away.
I'm off to find caffeine and possible something yummy for lunch.
That’s weird… going to the airport to drink??? Only in the south, I suppose. But then again, it makes sense in Monroe. We spent almost TWO WEEKS… 14 miserable days… in Monroe last summer for my daughter’s National Championship tourney for basketball. Even though we took 5th out of almost 120 teams, it was some of the most miserable time of my life. Maybe they’re wishing THEY were flying the hell out of there!!
Come fly with me, lets fly lets fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
Theres a bar in far bombay
Come fly with me, well fly well fly away
Cahn/Van Heusen
made popular by “Old Blue Eyes” hisself.
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