wanted to go to dive
bars.
nothing local
of course.
no chain coffee shop,
or restaurant
would do,
nothing with linen
tablecloths
or candles or menus.
we had to drive
to the boon docks,
to a run down
shack,
serving
eggs and scrapple
all day long.
there had to be
liver and onions on
Thursday
which
would be written on
a chalk board
out front.
and they had
to have
their own beer of course
made
in the back
by some guy named
Earle.
some people had teeth,
some didn't.
and there was always a dog
chained
to a tire
around back.
most of the time, i'd eat
after
i got home.
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