Hominy

Hominy Two Sainted today Both living but I don’t know the rules It appears the world has gathered in Rome I am frozen in time In a smoking room at Schiphol The realisation of an out of date passport 11pm last night it, see what happens By the grace of something We get to Amsterdam Throw the passport in a bin on the way Tell the gel covered head at the desk it’s lost Booking code on a dead phone I cannot charge He mumbles something about hours Then the word Embassy I see a familiar name and walk in Heineken, but it’ll have to do Never thought my first drink in nine months would be a Heineken In a miniature Dutch smoking room Watching a Hominy