BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

not so bad after all

cramped,

noisy.

these are the

qualities of the

bar my trusted

associate and I

have agreed

upon drinking

at tonight.

there is no food

here, and I never

thought I'd miss

it so much.

he's drinking

Mexican beer

and I have my

wine.

the lack of any

wine here outside

of Chardonnay is

both assured and

disheartening.

still,

wine is wine,

I suppose.

oh no, I'm

getting talkative.

I guess the

alcohol is

working.

oh well, maybe

this place ain't

so bad after all.