Boarding the airplane, <br />I walked right by the bar. <br />The aroma of spent draft, <br />Jack Daniel's whistling thru the air. <br /> <br />Still shaken, I took my seat. <br />The stewardess took my order. <br />A business lady, seated next to me. <br />Gave her order to the stewardess. <br /> <br />She brought back my coke and ice. <br />She brought the lady beside me, <br />An assortment of small liquors, <br />Lady! there's your handbag. <br /> <br />Stuff three or four in the bag! Now! <br />She took only one, and poured it. <br />It sat there in isolation, saying drink me! <br />The business lady, took one sip. <br /> <br />Approaching Atlanta, I was in a frenzy! <br />The stewardess came by and what? <br />The business lady poured out her drink! <br />Catching my breath, such a waste of good liquor!<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-alcoholic-dream/
