Under the red neon beer sign (poetry)
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In a one horse town
two blocks from the police station,
A former grocery store, converted into local bar,
home to cheap bottle beer, good burgers and
on most Friday nights,
There is nothing romantic about it,
neither picturesque, nor antique.
It's just some place to listen to old music,
drink too much and convince yourself that tomorrow will be a new day
Somewhere there is a picture of you,on that porch, beer sign out front, glowing over your head
Still, it made you more photogenic than you could make yourself.
Maybe it was the beer