Corner Bar
By 1stpoet
Corner Bar The ole jukebox in the corner playing songs from days gone by Smoke fills the air, neon reflects and glasses raise to the sky Toasts to friendships, promotions, engagements Bets, Laid on the table as the rack slides on the felt The regulars walk in, taps drawn gimme the usual the hey's and howdie's echo above ole Blue Eyes as we do things our way Lights and bells resound in the back Tom on the pinball machine again all ten high scores are his, he lives here And I sit have my Killians draught and capture the picture William Dawes March 15, 2001 copyrightMar 2001, Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 09:35 AM PST 0 • 9
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