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I’d like

To work in a bar

Where

Only whiskey

Is served

And beer

The occasional

Martini

Old fashion

Manhattan

But

You’d have to take it as it comes

You can’t send it back

The ice is cubed

As in many

Not

One

But you can drink quietly

All night

Quietly I said

Your head can rest gently

On the sticky old wood

We’ll call you

A

Cab

You’ll have a tab

The baseball bat

Behind the register

Has notches

I won’t

Have

Tattoos

I’ll tell

You

Stories

In the dark

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