19-th hole

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notes:
"19th hole" -- a bar
Wiltel -- a company
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i didn't know that i will go where
Mona-bringmebeer-noLisa
passes her nights with flying colors

at the thursday entering friday
in the door of the 19-th hole
i see inside,
the wiltel crowd
has invaded
Texas by Night

nonwiltel decent crowd around
watches the recent sport horrors
on the tube
Mona-bringmebeer-noLisa
cruises thru the night with flying colors
at our table i hear
oh no! shop talk, computers. that mike
one of the mikes
he won't touch beer
I drive he says --
he drives me sober

the regulars drink and talk
in groups and solo
Mona-bringmebeer-noLisa
passes the night with flying colors
our Russ, in the corner, does
a decent job on his drums
while around the green table
next to ours
guys & gals shoot pool
the blonde under her black dress
is pregnant
the regulars
drink & talk
in groups & solo
Mona-bringmebeer-noLisa
passes the night with flying colors
yes, please, i'll have one
any cold beer will do
the night is hot outside
no, i don't need no frosted glass
thankuthanku-urwelcomeurwelcome

a bob from seattle drinks with us
he can't care less for texas
but he fits!
as he would in any state
of the union -- his girlfriend,
pure joy, is all around the room
and all around her bob

they leave soon
followed by the wiltel guys
only Russ
stays attached to his drums
while Mona-bringmebeer-noLisa
passes the night with flying colors
and brings me back to life



wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1992-07-18

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Happy hour and the crowd's all here,

Recovering from a day of whatever it is they do;

Know the scene too well.

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