Venture
The walls
Of the bar
Are painted
Flat black.
In the thin
Sunday afternoon
Crowd,
The spot-lit
Band,
Three guitars
And a drummer,
Assault our ears
While center front
A heavy girl
Sings
Beyond her range.
We three
Have come in search
Of entertainment
But do not
Find it here.
We drink our
Glass of Chardonnay
A lite beer
And
A vodka tonic,
And learning
There are
No chicken wings today,
Move on.
The walls
Of the bar
Are painted
Flat black.
In the thin
Sunday afternoon
Crowd,
The spot-lit
Band,
Three guitars
And a drummer,
Assault our ears
While center front
A heavy girl
Sings
Beyond her range.
We three
Have come in search
Of entertainment
But do not
Find it here.
We drink our
Glass of Chardonnay
A lite beer
And
A vodka tonic,
And learning
There are
No chicken wings today,
Move on.
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