Tots

Tots

I visited yet another bar, just yesterday

As I walked in, the bartender said “Hey!”

Adjusted my hat and saddled up

She came over and asked “What’s your cup?”

“Bartender tell me, you got something stout?”

“It’s a bar, my friend, every drink is about

Only one thing and one thing only

So more specifically, help me out.”

“Right you are, how silly of me

I’ll have Bailey’s and please hot coffee.”

“Something to eat? But be forewarned

I’m no cook, but the food I can warm.”

A burger patty, ‘cooked’ in a device

Looked more like a maker of ice.

The buns were ‘toasted’ on Foreman’s grill

Oh me oh my, what a thrill…

.

“Want the burger before your tots?

It’s ready, the tots are not.”

Burger tasted better than expected

Hope my insides aren’t later affected.

Tots were a hit!

Overly-done, but just a bit

And as she popped them into my basket

Leaned with a question. Straight up asked it.

“May I steal, one of your tots?”

(“What sorta bar is this?” I thought)

“I don’t mind, it’s plain to see,

You’re lookin’ at my food more than me.”

“Where’s the pepper?” I questioned she.

She grabbed the pepper demonstratively.

“Now you know, just where it is.”

And with a nod, “It’s now your biz.”

I’d had enough, had my fill.

Politely asked her for the bill.

“I returned the pepper to its resting place.

Where’s to-go’s hiding space?”

She smiled and pointed beneath the bar.

Bid farewell and left for the car.

In Montana I thought I’d feel alone,

Summer just made it feel like home.