Jan 2011
He staggers in, bellies up to the website...
"What'll ya have, bub?" "Whatever's fresh...";
takes a good long pull from the draft on top.
Pounds down shots of shorts, savors
a good 12-year old sonnet with legs.
His wife knows he's here; doesn't approve.
She just doesn't understand...
but you do, dontcha?
"What'll ya have, bub?" "Whatever's fresh...";
takes a good long pull from the draft on top.
Pounds down shots of shorts, savors
a good 12-year old sonnet with legs.
His wife knows he's here; doesn't approve.
She just doesn't understand...
but you do, dontcha?
"hi, group, I'm Joel, and I'm a recovering poet" "Keep coming back!"
1/21/2011 JMF
1/21/2011 JMF
