An ode I had to share by @ericlivingston:

An Ode to the Ebbitt.

Twas last night before Ebbitt
When on 15th Street
Not a creature was moving
But cops on their beat

The Secret Service was there
Shooing with a tone
They came up to the corner
Said "You're in the blast zone"

We looked down the street
For the door in the back
Cuz the front door was blocked
by an errant back pack

The Cops were afraid
The back pack would blow
So the Ebbit was sealed
But wait! A back way I know

So we went round the corner
for the building I knew
had an atrium center
The back bar it led to

So bomb threat or not
we were seated with cheer
for we knew if it blew
we'd be with our beer.