Poor David's: Day 25

Poor David's Pub, March 22, 2025

They didn't check my ID

But I suppose this is the bar

For the Dallasites with dentures

The marquee sign outside

Missed letters but spelled

"Wilkins and Berardo"

This was a good night for my mom:

It called for eyeliner and red wine

Dumping cash into beggar's cups

Seeing old friends play old songs

Walt Wilkins looked like Jesus

Long hair and practically a halo of love

Marc Berardo came out chuckling

Shining with laughter and health

The wine was awful, we discovered

Defecting to cranberry juice and lime

Classic tunings played storied songs

The kind that make me brave

Itching to age into some sort of grace

Where I'll have smile lines and sageness

About memories and marriage

Wives with those sleek, silver pixies

Husbands with beards grown like weeds

This was a crowd of flip-phones and

The wisdom of Block Island fishers

Here, there are no QR codes

Just old folks humming along

To poetry about beer and dogs

Prompt: "In her poem, senzo, Evie Shockley recounts the experience of being at a live concert, relating it the act of writing poetry. Today we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts an experience of your own in hearing live music, and tells how it moves you. It could be a Rolling Stones concert, your little sister’s middle school musical, or just someone whistling – it just needs to be something meaningful to you."