I’m tired of running a veterinary practice.

Do you want to open a bar with me?

I’m only half kidding, but seriously

You don’t want me as a partner

I suck at business.

It will be a haven of sorts, with long rows of

Heavy wooden tables;

Good beers, a few decent wines

And maybe some good spirits

And hot mulled cider.

The blues will be playing most nights,

Or the Allman Brothers;

Or the Rolling Stones;

Or good friends will play live;

Something familiar, and solid

And comforting.

Shall we have peanuts?

Peanuts are a mess.

Maybe popcorn.

And people can order a few simple foods

Like Nachos or fried zucchini.

Everyone will be welcome.

And nobody will be left out in the cold.

You could have Guitar Group

Tuesdays, in a room out back;

And I will do Rabies vaccines

On Sikora Saturdays.

Everyone will come

And nobody will want to leave

We will have a case in the corner

That sells hoodies, hats and gloves

At the end of the night;

Because we want people

To stay warm

On the way home.