Sitting alone at a bar downing a
row of tequila shots will earn you
something from across the bar;
griping rights,
pour-out-your-heart privileges –
at the very least, a knowing nod,
acknowledging smile, tacit agreement,
‘go for it’ shrug
Sitting by yourself at Starbucks
counter coolly throwing back
espresso shots while clicking away
on your laptop earns you
ignored indifference as most baristas
lack the hereditary imperative of
the best barkeeps, while
increasing suburbanization of the
traditional, dimly-lit, urban habitat
is rendering the trusted, guru-esque
breed of mixologist one of our
most endangered species
For anyone mastering the hybrid genetics,
there is a Nobel Prize in it for you.
Or a perpetually overflowing tip jar
– Mark L. Lucker
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