Bar Thoughts
Category: Writing and Poetry
..> How many things can you do sitting in a saloon or bar,
You could sit by a window and look at the passing vehicles from afar.
You could slowly sip at a fishbowl sized mug of frosty ice cold beer,
Chat with a drunk until he tells you to stop yapping in his ear.
You could read all the football schedules and check out the nearly naked girl in the new beer sign,
Or drink enough that the only thing you can think of is a four part Berma Shave line.
You could sweet talk to the beautiful redhead that sat down next to you,
Until she gives you the finger and tells you something about another unpleasant way to screw,
Watch your favorite baseball team on the overhead television screen,
Check the menu for burgers, shrimp or something thats nice and lean.
Give a cute waitress a name of a drink that comes someplace south of
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Always give her a couple of extra coins when she calls you honey as she delivers your special order.
Talk to a dear friend that you haven't seen ages, whom you wanted to see in quite a while.
You could sing that Kari-ouchie in an loud ear splitting style.
Sit there and count all the brands of beer lined up against the wall,
Get up to go to the bathroom hopeing like hell you don't make a jerk of yourself if you trip and fall.
Glance at the young couple in the booth as they talk while they are holding hands,
Overhear the business man complain about the cost of his upcoming family vacation plans,
Check out the blond as she reads her non fiction book,
Or watch the Texas Hold'em game or the two gents playing something that has a king, queen, and something else called a rook.
So what do I do at the bar sipping down my drink,
Remembering those friends that have traveled to the great beyond. I raise my glass to them, To their memory I toast them as I think.
