Bartender
The marble Formica top
Sparkles a shiny brilliance.
As patrons take the stools
In anticipated exuberance.
The bartender awaits
To fill orders of influence.
Shots, shooters, slammers
Beer, champagne, wine.
Whiskey, vodka, rum
He fills them all in a line.
Martini, Manhattan, schnapps
Listen to the blender whine.
Bloody Mary, Screwdriver,
Grasshopper, Tequila Sunrise,
Southern Comfort, Jack Daniels
He has little time to rest his eyes
Jose Cuevero, Captain Morgan’s.
Nothing comes to him in surprise.
Dirty orgasm, Blow job, 69er
Bitch on Wheels, Mudslide
Bud, Miller, Coors, Pabst.
Fill the glass and let it ride.
Strawberry daiquiri, Bailey’s
A good bartender needs no guide.
Margarita, Kamikaze, Pina Coloda.
Black Velvet, Kuhlua, Bacardi.
Fussy Navel, Between the Sheets.
Take their money and let them party.
Blue Hawaiian, Lava Flow, Hurricane.
Listen to the chatter loud and hardy.
The juke box plays its songs of sorrow
He washes glasses and listens to tales.
Given opportunities of indecent proposals.
And full of understanding to sobbing wails.
Taking it all in and giving it all back.
The bartender does it all without fail.
The marble Formica top
Sparkles a shiny brilliance.
As patrons take the stools
In anticipated exuberance.
The bartender awaits
To fill orders of influence.
Shots, shooters, slammers
Beer, champagne, wine.
Whiskey, vodka, rum
He fills them all in a line.
Martini, Manhattan, schnapps
Listen to the blender whine.
Bloody Mary, Screwdriver,
Grasshopper, Tequila Sunrise,
Southern Comfort, Jack Daniels
He has little time to rest his eyes
Jose Cuevero, Captain Morgan’s.
Nothing comes to him in surprise.
Dirty orgasm, Blow job, 69er
Bitch on Wheels, Mudslide
Bud, Miller, Coors, Pabst.
Fill the glass and let it ride.
Strawberry daiquiri, Bailey’s
A good bartender needs no guide.
Margarita, Kamikaze, Pina Coloda.
Black Velvet, Kuhlua, Bacardi.
Fussy Navel, Between the Sheets.
Take their money and let them party.
Blue Hawaiian, Lava Flow, Hurricane.
Listen to the chatter loud and hardy.
The juke box plays its songs of sorrow
He washes glasses and listens to tales.
Given opportunities of indecent proposals.
And full of understanding to sobbing wails.
Taking it all in and giving it all back.
The bartender does it all without fail.
Author notes
Set me up with nother one bartender and let me drown my sorrows.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lord! I haven't drank for several years
There are way too many options there for me! lol
Great write!
*PEACE*

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Thank you very much for reading and commenting. I appreciate it very much.
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Wow. This was awesome. I haven't even heard of such drinks. hehe. Great job hot stuff.


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Thanks Guin for reading and commenting always good to hear from you. Appreciate it!!!!
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I'm drunk
Wow, after reading this I am feeling a bit dizzy, so much booze lol.I loved the names of all the drinks.Great visuals included in your write, and the story told within your write is clear and very descriptive.Not only do bartenders and cab drivers listen to tales of woe, so do hair dressers lol.A great write indeed Ck, very much enjoyed.
Take care and many blessings to you.
Angel.

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Thank you Angel for your awesome comment, I appreciate you reading my poem very much. You're such a good friend.
Lots of love,
Charley
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I don't drink, but it seems there are some wierd and wonderfull even naughty titles absorbed every night at the bar, such a good write and with a difference.


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Thank you very much for reading and commenting. I appreciate it very much.
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Each drink colorfully named and potentially descriptive of the customer's mood, and the bartender bears witness to it all. A confessor of a sort, he might be, as your last stanza suggests. A pity that many of them won't remember the evening, or perhaps will regret having spoken too much. I enjoyed this piece.

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Thanks for reading and commenting. It was a fun write. Appreciate hearing from you.
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Seems you`re spending too much time in a bar
With all those drinks on the tip of your tongue
I`m not saying that you have gone too far
Far be it for me to say you are wrong
Meter and rhyme and the epiphany
To me are what make the best poetry
Perhaps fewer names, more syllable count
Would give you a poem that you could mount
On the wall of your meeting hall, A.A.
I would hate to see red streaks in the eye
On my left as I give advice this day
There are two forms above, what do you say
Tales of woe are not just for bartenders
Some are even shared with the cab drivers.

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You are so correct. Bartenders and cab drivers do have that one thing in common, listening to tales of woe. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Excellent
WOW!!!!!!!
CK, I truly enjoyed reading this brilliant piece of poetry.
Well done my friend.
Well done.






Keep up with the great work.
Keep on penning.
Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful talent.
*S* Cynthia
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Thank you Cynthia for reading and commenting. Always appreciate it
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Wonderful job on this piece, Charley. I liked the imagery in this. It really helps the reader to imagine what the bartender goes through on a daily or nightly basis. Bars can be very busy places and yet the bartenders somehow manage to get their job done and are able to serve all the customers. Thanks for sharing and keep that pen flowing.


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Thank You Haley. Always appreciate you commenting on my writes.
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I like the last stanza a lot, it sums up the universality of the bartender, especially the idea of "giving it all back." The list of drink names in the middle gets a little long, possibly break it up some?

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Thanks for reading and commenting its greatly appreciated.
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