Bartop
Every now and then tells a country song,
Mostly lyrics way to long.
Every town big and small, one or more,
Small towns next to the grocery store.
Not always the grandest spot,
Mid July doors open inside hot.
Farmer's, Rancher's, families lunch,
Best burger in town just a hunch.
Crazy Joe man's the grill,
Assures you'll get yer fill.
Wife Sally pours the beer,
Nothing fancy here.
Whiskey ditches, sour, neat,
Iced glasses beat the heat.
December's winter weather's prick,
Pot belly stove does the trick.
Whist, cribbage, Euchre weekend tourney,
Eases winter solstice journey.
Pool table dollar a game,
Play for beers just the same.
Chalk, cues, eight ball breaks
Ball on the floor juke a dollar takes.
Liquor in the front Poker in the rear,
Two AM last call no one can hear.
Day after day, week after week,
A small town place to seek.
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