I’ve eaten The Big Sleep with relish,
savored the flavor of Sabrina,
and picked bit by bit
at Treasure of the Sierra Madre.
But, although I sat entranced
for nearly two hours, laughed and cried
and sang along with Sam,
I still can’t quite bring myself
to order Casablanca –
it just has too many
onions.
(This poem makes more sense if you’ve been to Bogie’s here in Abilene, where all the sandwiches, salads and burgers are named after Humphrey Bogart films. But even if you haven’t been there, I hope you enjoyed it anyway.)
cakes, tea and dreams 