half a cookie communion on Hamilton outside Yocco’s West special sauce not sure it wants to sit. I skate backroads try to guess the name of a tavern in a cornfield spied from atop the Eastern Pennsylvania stars greeted by a bar as a stranger Free Bird on the juke, happy birthday balloons stuck static to ceiling these people are all related, blood or marriage they make faces at ancestry, the bartender fishes bottle service from a cooler with Pray written in black sharpie Rolling Rock steeds rear up in cigarette and bear claw vapor smoke a chorus of Welcome to the Jungle has broken out pretty girl daughter of birthday mom dances like Axl Rose to her beau leaned over a pool cue over the bar a sign says tipping is not a city in China gooseneck Stella pours, the chorus is onto Bon Jovi then to Clapton, then sappy 90’s country, they’re slow dancing in the next room with promo shots of 80’s blues hero’s the wheeze of the men’s room fan the Busch beer ad circa 85 on the wall, a half-eaten cake, they ate the name, another sign on the fireplace do not help with the fireplace a shot arrives the bartender pours dead soldiers in perfect symmetry this shot a flawless ocean I hoist, expectations come easy under my breath, I cheer here’s to death culture - from Amzon