The Five People You Meet in the Pub on Main
1.
And you came here because you hate
your new Hollister shit, want to drown it
in mixed stale smoke
and onion B.O. You know
1.
And you came here because you hate
your new Hollister shit, want to drown it
in mixed stale smoke
and onion B.O. You know
Johnny Rug, even though
you don’t: he shares
your language, inaudible,
a pothole face, tree trunk forearms,
back perma-bent to the bar,
a ten-spot and three quarters flat.
You know, you look familiar.
2.
Note the sweet AC/DC, Judas Priest,
note Wavey Davey’s air-drum expertise,
the way he scorches “Hot for Teacher”
like he did in ’86,
a hard gulp
and a little Fireball, and he’s the QB
he’s Jesus he’s the goddamn man he’s
3.
Pam and Paul
are one.
Pam and Paul and you
are one.
4.
5.
There’s one bad motherfucker
bathed in black way in the back,
chalked pool cue, no eyes,
no fingertips under knuckled fists.
You look so
familiar.
you don’t: he shares
your language, inaudible,
a pothole face, tree trunk forearms,
back perma-bent to the bar,
a ten-spot and three quarters flat.
You know, you look familiar.
2.
Note the sweet AC/DC, Judas Priest,
note Wavey Davey’s air-drum expertise,
the way he scorches “Hot for Teacher”
like he did in ’86,
a hard gulp
and a little Fireball, and he’s the QB
he’s Jesus he’s the goddamn man he’s
3.
Pam and Paul
are one.
Pam and Paul and you
are one.
4.
5.
There’s one bad motherfucker
bathed in black way in the back,
chalked pool cue, no eyes,
no fingertips under knuckled fists.
You look so
familiar.
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