Blushing Bartenders and other service members quickly forget your name.
If asked the wrong question, without hesitation, you’ll soon loose companions,
Drinks fast abandoned, food forgotten, and conversation short, nay curt.
Understanding the mind of a bartender, a life’s pursuit is worth.
The talent to be one, I wonder: is it a desirous thought to think?
One more, on the rocks please. Knock my socks off, please, I I’ll leave a tip ne’er to thwart.
You try to oblige but with thoughts disguised they lure ye in other directions.
Verily you’re chatting, drink not matt’ring and objectives lost to reflections.
Soon not it matters if life in in tatters or merrily swimming above,
and whether or not the goals that you’ve got are shortly or longly forgived,
Only thing that counts is that you’re still around and still serving what love you’ve got to give.
