still stuck in Ireland,
is pleasantly unhappy,
despite his jokes,
his ribbing,
his high pitched
cackle
as we sit, in from the cold
for beer
and a sandwich.
he's been here
forever.
maybe longer.
he pushes a menu in front
of us.
knowing we won't
be here long, or ever coming
back.
we're given
the tourist treatment.
and he's right
on all counts.
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