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Bar Life
Why yes, I can spare you a dime for that old jukebox
push B3 "I can help, I have two strong arms" Billy Swan sings
next to the doors labeled “Pointers” and “Setters”
while my little sister and I play on the stairs of this old bar
filled with swirling smoke and drunken men
watching the miniature elevator go up and down
hearing the pool balls smack as they race towards empty pockets
as we wait for our favorite candy bars and soda pop
from the bartender who is my grandmother laughing, smiling,
flirting with all the drunken men in the bar.
push B3 "I can help, I have two strong arms" Billy Swan sings
next to the doors labeled “Pointers” and “Setters”
while my little sister and I play on the stairs of this old bar
filled with swirling smoke and drunken men
watching the miniature elevator go up and down
hearing the pool balls smack as they race towards empty pockets
as we wait for our favorite candy bars and soda pop
from the bartender who is my grandmother laughing, smiling,
flirting with all the drunken men in the bar.
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