Why do we confess
to our local bartender?

Is it they were the only shoulder
when others were too cold to cry on?

Are we the drunken lost
searching for a sober shepherd?

Is it because they lock away secrets
like our parents’ liquor cabinet?

Maybe that is why
we call them barkeep?

Chuck Harp can be followed on Twitter @chuckharpwriter. Visit their website here: ww.chuckharp.com

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