my butcher, fred,
has replace my bartender pete.
I see him every other day
for
some ribs, or crab cakes,
a few pounds
of ground sirloin
or a slab
of beef.
something about a grizzled
unshaven man
in a blood
splattered
apron
holding a big knife
that makes
him seem smart
and wise.
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