Numbers
To remember numbers
He had visited a town in Spain famous for a tall church spire
the inside of the church was a cavern of despair and promises not fulfilled.
Now he waited outside for the coach to take him to the airport
it was delayed, so he walked into a bar for a beer.
When he came out, 5 bottles of beer later, the coach had gone
he had to take a taxi to the airport.
A cash machine nearby, but he had forgotten the code,
asked a man behind him for his and was met with a blank stare.
A building, at the edge of the town, he was told it has all the codes of the world on a
ledger chained to a desk.
He asked the clerk for his code giving the clerk his
identification papers and passport were handed the code in a brown envelope.
The taxi to the airport was uneventful, but the ride was of no avail the plane had
lifted off, so he had another beer.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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