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Two Fingers of House Scotch –
a Diptych or a Dipstick or Something
1. 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 slapped-on, 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. Six Centimeters of House Scotch
A bartender programmed by MicroPlop
Prototype to a braking system that failed
Disposable batteries smoking, on fire
Its model number is Hey You B-52
It remembers a third-party vendor by
name
What is the gender for a robot bartender?
Hey, big spender, is that a credit card?
Or maybe you’re just happy to code me
And the programmer who hacked it out of
plot
It’s rather like a lust-crazed coffee pot
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