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?
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