Sonnet to a Dive Bar
Published in
Jun 14, 2024
Neon beckons “open” to all sincere thirsts,
luring weary pilgrims to seek solace
where forlorn brethren immerse aches and irks
among their ilk swilling liquid purpose.
Enter, stranger, the Drink Alone Tavern.
All come welcome to drown worries and cares.
Rest assured that nothing ill shall happen,
if you imbibe but mind your own affairs.
Shoe soles adhere to spilt beer sticky floor,
through static chatter and scratchy tunes,
pull up a stool, gut to the bar — now, pour
down the hatch, quaff bottoms-up ’til you swoon.
In this gentle refuge, we’re all the same;
cheers, sir — nobody wants to know your name.
Gregg Sapp is the author of the “Holidazed” series of satires.
