Stopping at the diner
before heading to airport
grab a quick bite
at more reasonable prices
and play a few songs
on an old fashion jukebox
and now a Delfonics song
is stuck in my head
and I’m humming lyrics
working my way thru security
and boarding the plane
and riding the plane
Damn you, straight to Hell, Quentin
Jackie Brown in flight uniform
dancing in my fantasy
flight attendant decidedly not Pam Grier
offers coffee and or water
I drink coffee black
bad puns not necessary
as I’m riffing on a film
thanks to an arbitrary song selection
on a local diner jukebox
I keep humming the chorus
and reliving the film
I take a sip of black coffeeto
not really all that good
but it provides vital caffeine
The song will eventually fade
but I might as well just enjoy the ride
there are far worse songs
to be stuck in one’s mind
and far worse images
to fixate on than Pam Grier
in a flight attendant outfit