In a one horse town

two blocks from the police station,

sits Fred's


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,

not 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,

outside the bar, beer sign glowing over your head

looking nothing like a red Halo


Still, it made you more photogenic than you could make yourself.  

Maybe it was the beer  

Large belated thanks to Scout Finch for the Inspiration