Why Bars Survive Economic Slumps

It’s not the beer
You haven’t poured it yet
But I hear you singing
Under your breath

Just above the clanking
Mom used to do dishes like that
So I tune in as if
That song will be the last

Salvation I have
Against any doubt
But I don’t have the balls
To ask a server out

So let’s keep between us
This bar and this glass
Sing like my sweet mother
I’ll keep coming back

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