"The modern barfly"
The modern barfly
Does not pry
At least not openly
Mounted in the corner
Unassumingly imbibing
Watching,
...in a withdrawn manner
How can he not judge,
...in a forging fashion
Smiling
At characters and their mechanisms
Gregarious and in space
The barfly
With him bottomless IPA
And golden onion rings
Fancying the damsels
Imagining
Witty banter with seductive,
...cadence
As the juke box
Or the band
Fill the air
Now smokeless
Liberated, yet stale
The barfly
Oh ye shuffle board master
Purveyor of salt
Surveyor of malt
Subscriber to the dead art
...of poetry
Forgotten
in the corner and content
But filled with dare
Wielding a pen
Until when
She comes and rubs the bald head
Holding blue eyes
And their dreams
Their observation
Their art
Their schemes
And their insinuations
Go Barfly
You modern muse
an oracle to the imbibed
Orator of the confused
Go Barfly
Observor and scribe
Curator of the mundane
Smiling
And steeped in the melancholy
Accepting
Drunken folly
And falling prey
To the mist of the night
The missive of plight
And colorer of the grey
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