Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Carries she more than just trouble-drowning shots,

A comfort derived from the itch. No more than a

Rash, a constant, recurring rash to be scratched,

Loathed and cursed, and comforted, customers are

Akin to her own self-begotten brood.


Normally, he lounges at the end of the bar,

Obliges himself to drink full his tab,

Remembers to forget to go home. He is

Maturity’s masterpiece.


Contrary to popular belief, the

Lazius postalis developed in ancient

Ireland and was known for doing his work

Fast, but evolution has brought

Fashionable tardiness to the fore.


Simple.

Arrogant.

Male.


Dire straits, a crossroads in her life. How did she get so

Involved in the Boston bar scene

Against her pre-post-graduate dreams?

None of her former colleagues accepts her

Efforts at becoming haute-couture.


Can anyone evade his charm?

Others you can ignore, but try ignoring

A man who names the beer mugs.

Confused and confusing he is, but ever straining to

Help those whom he loves.


Call one more round on the

House. You can be sure that

Everybody knows your name; that

Everybody’s problems are the same; that you can

Return whenever you like. Just be

Sure to reciprocate.

(c) 2008, Jeremy Masten

1 comment:

Craig said...

What are you doing as a lawyer? I don't think you'd have any problem getting anything publish. The time to write may be another matter. But you have got talent.