Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The Fight

There was a fight outside the One Lucky. Two strangers clashed. Broken beer bottles cut up each man's face. The police came, but the men had run off. Trails of criss-crossed blood were left behind. The cops questioned the bartender 'Beer Mugs' Moran, but he had eyes that went bad whenever there was trouble. The rest of the witnesses were just as blind. The policemen shrugged their shoulders and said good night to 'Beer Mugs'. With a nod he served another round.


Old Ollie said...

French says :"Now that is a god damn poem".

Human Paradox said...

I like Beer Mug's attitude here. It's one you can trust. Won't get you wacked.