My Place

For the bartender you see
has her own melody.
Click click goes the ice
into the cup
drip drop goes the bottle
until you tip it up.
Pulling down the handle
letting foam drip off
then you hand it to the
customer for to his lip
it comes to cool off the
day this beer is the way.
Bottles clanking as you
grab them 1, 2, 3, for
the customer that is in
front of thee.
Music playing on the
jukebox singing songs
of gladness and sadness
making every day be
one where friends come
in the door just like
they did a hundred
times before.
Just join us one day
and you will know why
i say 3 MONKEYS is my
place to be where i can
finally just be ME!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012

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