Taverns along Milwaukee Avenue
near the expressway are bright
with red neon beer signs
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The bachus holding full sway and the delights of drink so well captured here, in Feb.
having died in a French gutter in one life as an alcoholic I try to avoid the siren songs of bars
not much different in the uk except we call them pubs. Once upon a time the centre of village social life noe just drinking holes for weary wayfarers
I had to read this one since I just celebrated my birthday on the 29th.
Well the obvious response to this is, 'I'll drink to that! ' Cheers, Greg
This poem is deserving of a 10. Not because I like you or that I want to impress you but because it captures the essence of men as we numb our mind. A good poem to read as I finish a cold dark lager beer!