Straight to the airport in Dallas Fort Worth.
I thought what opportunity to have
Experiences beyond my own home
As I sat and ate my Big Mac and fries.
I took Continental to Arizona
And a bus trip north to the Grand Canyon.
It was ninety-two degrees in Phoenix,
But from the bus stop window I watched snow
As I sat and ate my Big Mac and fries.
I flew Delta to Atlanta of course
And stayed at a complex called the Omni.
On Sunday I took a long walk downtown.
Empty streets, no wait at the restaurant
Where I sat and ate my Big Mac and fries.
TWA took me to chill Florida.
The beach was lonely because of the cold.
The unusual freeze led to disaster.
At lunch I heard the shuttle exploded
As I sat and ate my Big Mac and fries.
It was Northwestern to Los Angeles,
With a stop over in Minnesota.
Near Mann’s Chinese Theater a man stopped
By my table with a Rolex for sale
As I sat and ate my Big Mac and fries.
United took me to mile high Denver.
I rode the van to the mountains of Vail.
Paddled a raft down the Colorado,
A fond adventure I contemplated
As I sat and ate my Big Mac and fries.
Every airline seemed like any other.
Each hotel had the same lobby décor
And a picture hanging above the bed.
I wonder where the regional color went
As I sit and eat my Big Mac and fries.
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