The end of the work week brought a fairly slow night. And for a Saturday, that was a surprise. College students are starting to arrive in town now, and foot traffic is picking up as well. But so far, everyone is being good...for now.
Tonight I wrote a Goethe Stanza poem. It isn't so much the rhyme or meter, but the presentation. You will be able to see it easier than I could explain it.
Short Handed, Slow Night
It's good I worked, with a man out sick
Even though one could have handled the town
He'll burn himself like a candles wick
Busy, sick or slow...don't be a clown
He was so drunk he could barely stand
Blood dripping from a split elbow
Medics arrived and lent a hand
Where it happened he doesn't know
Form a residential caller a noisy party
I had to shut off my car to hear
A band far away was playing hearty
But were at a bar, no where near here
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