the irish in you

we

waited outside

the Bottom Line

on I street

for St. Patty's day.

our green ties on.

waited in the cold,

in the long line.

would they

run out of drink before

we got in?

bangers and mash?

Shepard's pie.

we weren't Irish,

but who cared?

it was all about

the beauties inside

with flashing green eyes

and flaxen hair.