The bar is packed
like sardines, salty and undesirable
or like luggage, necessary
and aesthetically pleasing
but heavy
and cumbersome.
The regulars aren't all here;
perhaps they have received
a moment of enlightenment--
or there is a new bar
opening downtown.
The beer line is like the cast
from Welcome Back Kotter
though they like to think themselves
much more distinguished,
and modern
of course.
And here I am
at the back of the line,
looking down this row
of characters I can't help but love
and pity
wondering what makes me
need to be
one of them.
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