Do Not Resuscitate
The terminal we picked for a last supper in looks like a remnant from a
movie set
Maybe Stanley Kubrick’s 2001 – a Pan-American irrelevance
And the girls and guys who are waiting here to fly all have tattoos on their
chests
They invested cash, their hard-earned pay, for permanent disclaimers that
state “Do Not Resuscitate”
There’s a soundtrack on with 60s songs pre-selected and Simon and
Garfunkel’s “America” is resurrected!
It somehow slipped past security undetected
And as the pent-up feeling in my heart turns electric, you shrug and smile
and say, “Do not resuscitate”
(Play games with the faces)
You say that the man in the gabardine suit is a spy – and he clearly
is a spy!
And his bow tie is really a camera
So I hand over another twenty – let’s do shots to blow off steam
And by the way, can I have your dictionary when you leave?
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