“These Three Bars…”

These three bars just keep

following me around town

no matter which town!

“Would I Were Where Warm Beer Blooms – The Ballad of George’s Number One!”

Nearby, a bar serves

buck-fifty warm draughts

and well-cleaved girls smile.

Beats ‘A Rabbi, A Priest, And An Immam…’ Tanka #13″

A RIO, a grunt,

a ‘cured’ Air Cav door gunner

and a draft dodger

can sit over suds and not

one Air Farce canard got told!