Ode To A Pub

after last call;
before first light,
when they turn down the neon.
there is only ONE
place to go, when we head to
the 24 hour dive.

fly tape is full, no more room for new
f a c e s  at this ROACH motel.
I look like hell; a red eyed mess.
Giddy from wine,                        drunken women are hideous.

sleazy waitress takes orders, i offer mine.
1 egg sunny side up and--toast
wretched cook wearing a chapeau of the masters.
smells of tobacco, and a sickly sweet body odour.
Order up!

bad fluorescent lighting.
subtracts mediterranean flavor
from my arms and face, and adds a large sickly,
undead--pallor; flickers on and off.

sub-par food at best--To a sober pallette.
to me it is of the finest quality Creme BRULEE, funny
how judgement is not the only sense impaired.