Saturday, August 15, 2020

Two Fingers of House Scotch - poem

Lawrence Hall
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Two Fingers of House Scotch

A bartender should be paunchy and 
     middle-aged
His oldest kid in college, the youngest in 
     jail
Cigarettes in five ashtrays down the bar
His name is Blue; nobody knows just why

If there must be a woman behind the bar
Let her name be Sophie or Maud or Toots
Makeup, her hair dyed trash-fire red
She misses stripping at the Flamingo

Frank Sinatra once bought her a drink, 
     yeah, true
But now she kinda has a thing for Blue

2 comments:

Verlie Burroughs said...

:)

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Beaucoup creative license but Blue is from life, as is Sophie / Maud / Toots, modeled on any number of bartenders and waitresses.