Last Call

w c

Last Call

 

It was a place for drinking

And they drank all they could

After work and on the weekends

With their buddies feeling good

 

Many there played pool

Some with their own sticks

And they bet at times like fools

But paid there debts off quick

 

There was music from the jukebox

With a variety of popular songs

And the waitresses selected them

Every evening long

 

The bartender was their friend

And liked to tell dirty jokes

As he wiped down the bar

And mixed their whiskey and cokes

 

There was the last call each night

As they drowned all their sorrows

And they had a final drink

Until the next one tomorrow

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2018 00:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    This was very true a long time ago in my past, but in my pub we played darts and cards, no pool table. no music. It was a good time in my life and I look back on it with fondness.

    • w c

      Thanks, G. I, too, used to frequent these types of places and can well remember the last call for alcohol. I no longer drink and try to help anyone with a drinking problem.

    • orchidee

      A fine write w c. In a light vein - Goldie and I used to go to the same pub. Aww, he stopped going when I added water to his whisky! heehee.
      My sherry-drinking is fictitious! People are getting worried. They think it's for real. Oops.

      • w c

        lol Thanks, orchi. I've had my share of watered-down booze! My whiskey and cokes soon became whiskies and water and then later to even stronger concoctions! Oh well, we live and learn.



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