In the darkness

December 24, 2017

The cool bar
Stunk like
The epitome
Of stale beer
The sawdust floor
Did little to absorb
The horrid odor
Yet unfazed by
His current surroundings
My dear friend
The Bar stool prophet sat
Perched high above
This Christmas Eve
As he saw me approach
He grinned
His toothless smile
And said:
“Have a cold one on me.
It may be warm at
this watering hole,
But’s the least I can do
to buy a man,
Too busy to care
about others
a warm beer
to remind him
others can see”

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