Taking a break before the next long flight,
The first place to look for inside any terminal;
Packed with strangers burning to their hearts' delight,
Everyone here got one thing in common somehow;
Well, the odd man out, I roll up and put alight,
Sipping on a Starbucks coffee, freshly brewed and hot;
Waitress calls me Hatka, was my tongue twisted slight,
Got few more hours to recharge, most of it on this spot.
Cheers!
Hammett
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