A sign sets you straight:
It’s a cash only bar
and a bottle or Red Stripe
will set you back 3 bucks
It’s a dank bar
and most of the patrons
seem to be local
I hear “Hold on Loosely”
on the jukebox
and I’m suddenly remembering
a bad 80’s comedy “Spring Break”
even though the movie
used “Caught Up in You”
Some bands sound the same
regardless the song they play
although I used to crush big time
on the actress in the film
whose name I no longer remember
I see one of the locals
ordering a shot of Fireball
and on a dare
I order one too
In this situation
It’s just the right thing to do
Of course,
the guy bathed
in way too much cheap cologne
has to sit within 5 feet
Bring back social distancing
for the love of God
the sweat of the unwashed masses
is far less offensive
In turning away to save my nose
I notice the TV is running
“Oh Brother, Where Art Thou”
on a fuzzy screen
I’m not a man of constant sorrow
I feel great joy
an awful lot of the time
but a subversive film
in a local bar
deserves another shot of Fireball
another shot, another beer
set back another 8 bucks
It might be a long night after all
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1102779
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