Good to be Back Home

A warm Friday afternoon,

with a homely salty odour in the breeze, 

and the very sound of nature's tune,

makes you feel relaxed and at ease.

Busy and noisy like any day,

with much traffic on narrow streets,

and we'll, concrete jungle some say,

maybe, makes you want to retreat.

That's the upside and downside,

With a different taste, the things it lacks,

and we call it home with pride,

Makes you feel so good to be back.

Cheers!

Hammett

Stranded Abroad

Stranded thousands of miles away,

In-between airport and many hotels everyday,

Waiting on a travel documents to fly away,

And the bank ain't making it easy today;

The last few weeks are too good to be true,

Such a good learning experience, the hard way,

What I said about Alcatraz earlier was also true,

Walking with few mile long leash, around your neck all the way. 

Cheers!

Hammett

Coffee For Hatka

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

Not A Castaway to Alcatraz

Flying to a place far faraway, 

Against time, a journey back away;

First time on Cathay with no delay,

This is gone be a long and tiring day;

To a place in San Francisco Bay,

In Alcatraz Island and lock away;

Where it'll seem like a long stay, 

Reflecting on that underplay;

Though I'm not gonna fadeaway,

I'll be gone forever and a day;

It's by no means a castaway,

To contemplate on the next play. 

Cheers! 

Hammett

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