Opera At A Providence Hole-In-The-Wall Poem by Manny Francis III

50 cents a beer sounded like something I read
from a Hunter S. Thompson novel,

so with an anticipatory air about me,
I walked into the dive, only to be

disappointed once again, not only from the
pretentious college crowd, but also

because of the tragic contents of my beverage.
What could one expect for two quarters

but a cup about half the size of my hand and
a couple of dribbles from a keg of Natural Ice?

Copyright © 2008 Manny Francis III