stopping by trina’s starlite lounge on a snowy evening.
(with apologies to robert frost)
whose bar this is i have a hunch.
i wish i could’ve come to brunch,
but soon enough i will be there
to watch my cup fill up with punch.
while LUPEC ladies volunteer
to bring some winter warmth and cheer
i’ll raise a glass, because tonight’s
the darkest evening of the year.
behind the bar, Emma delights
with bitters, whiskeys and egg whites
while outside we can hear the sweep
of snowplows running through the night.
fernet is lovely, dark and deep.
but I have promises to keep,
and really should go home to sleep,
and really should go home to sleep.
