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Pub Life - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Pub Life – A Poem by G. S. Katz

Met an old friend last night
Pub up the street
Happy hour
All beers and wine $2.00 off
Pretty good deal
Had a couple of pints
Left Hand Milk Stout
The older crowd comes early
Not to mix
Cheaper spirits and good food
Monday night
Chicken wings 50 cents each
Front windows open
Humid out
AC inside
Moody mix of weather
No match
Vibe good
Laughs with friend
We sit at the bar
He has bangers and mash
I have the chicken club and fries
Gotta do this more often
Get a dark beer buzz
Laugh
Relax
New York City
Monday night
Hanging like the old days
Nothing beats the pub
Slice of life

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