Drawing at Airport
Very late in life I am learning of the pleasures of airport bars.
The music tends to be a bit loud, and this time of year has incongruous Christmas connections, the little drummer boy’s “rumtumtum”, for example, humming with the thick vibration of some kind of electric bass.
But there you are.
The food’s not great, but the plane is delayed.
That line doesn’t really rhyme unless you have been in an airport bar for some time.
Which rhymes better (but doesn’t exactly scan.)
One of the great things about airport bars is that they make you exceedingly indulgent towards security checks, the pat-downs that people have recently complained about so bitterly. (Perhaps they should have stopped at the airport bar first.)
PS– in this airport bar, which is truly an italian restaurant (that uses some awful bromated flour in pizza crust – there really is no pizza like Eastern Seaboard Pizza i.e. New York, New Haven)–there is a woman wearing a navy baseball cap that has a large rhinestone cross embossed above the brim. She carries a Minnie Mouse doll. (Florida?!)
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