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I had time to kill

before my flight 

back to EWR.

There was a rum shack

across from the airport 

filled with an odd mix

of locals and tourists.

There were a few old Bajans 

sipping on their rum 

and waxing poetic.

Imagine Fred Sanford

on an afternoon bender

with Bubba & Grady

and for some reason

I’m drinking with them.

These guys were hilarious

even if I couldn’t

understand the Bajan accents.

They were going off

on all kinds of sick tangents.

Remember passing milk

through your nose as a child?

It’s a lot less pleasant

to do that with rum.