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