11/09/2025
“The Holding Lot Blues”
by A Man Who’s Definitely Not Losing His Mind (Yet)
Welcome to the lot — where time stands still,
and sanity’s optional, like an add-on bill.
Black cars gleam, chauffeurs dream,
“Maybe I’ll move today?” — yeah, sure, in your dreams.
The same Suburban’s been idling since dawn,
his driver’s on TikTok, half his hair’s gone.
Over there’s a Tesla, showing off its “range,”
but the guy inside it? Equally deranged.
I’ve read every sign, memorized the rules,
watched new guys roll in, thinking they’re cool.
“First time here?” I say with a grin,
“Don’t worry — you’ll age beautifully within.”
The radio crackles, dispatch teases,
“Your ride’s delayed.” — oh, sweet Jesus.
Another hour? Sure, I’ve got time.
It’s not like I had… a life or a mind.
The planes keep landing, the sun turns red,
I’ve written whole novels inside my head.
Then — ding! — the text of salvation rings!
“Terminal Four — door three!” I’ve got wings!
I peel out proud, like a knight to the gate,
five-star smile, pretending I’m not late.
But when the trip’s done — back to my spot,
‘cause the true king of Sky Harbor…
lives in the lot.
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