A Decision to Make
Carrying a mighty thirst
On my way through this
Strange new town
I looked up the drinking establishments
Close to me.
However,
I found myself in somewhat of a dilemma.
Did I want to go to a bar, a saloon,
A tavern, a pub, a lounge or a joint?
A bar could be anything from
A dive to an upscale place.
A saloon screams of chaps and cowboy boots.
A pub sounds like a place that
Would rather be located
Far across the pond.
A lounge smells of too much cologne
And perfume, featuring a fading singer
Crooning old standards.
A joint says it doesn’t
Respect itself enough to even
Call itself a bar.
So, I settled on a tavern.
A place that says cool local vibe,
With a good selection
Of spirits and beer.
A tavern, where the bar keep
Knows everyone’s name.
A tavern, where your thirst
Is quenched and the tension of the day
Falls off your shoulders.
A tavern.
My kind of place.
Roy W. Backes
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