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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
Walter Kitty's Diary 
Brilliant!
It’s been awhile.
I’m glad to see
You haven’t lost
your touch.
Thank you sir. I’m still writing, just not posting. You know how it is…
I do