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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
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. #Poem #Poetry #TheFivePeopleYouMeetInThePubOnMain #BenHeins Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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