Sitting in the Chocolate Moose Tavern
Corner of Ankeny and some other street
In Old Town
Drinking a cold Bass ale
Cause it’s a 100 plus degrees out
Though we know I don’t need it hot
To drink a beer.
I’m waiting for Mary Ellen to get her hairs cut.
Reading THE ELECTRIC KOOL-AID ACID TEST.
A large black man is tending bar
Maybe the original chocolate moose himself
Wearing a red and black dashiki.
A Cat Stevens song
Loud but not intrusive.
Two winos pass by, pushing Fred Meyer grocery carts.
One cart full of their treasure, their net worth, returnable empties.
The other not quite that full
With both men’s worldly possession.
One man is wearing a t-shirt:
“The one who dies with the most toys, wins.”
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