Saturdays at the Plough and Stars

by gillis

We sat at the bar while Danny

checked IDs at the door

and Barry poured the

Perfect Guiness.

The Bagboys and their

ragtag hangers on (including

mostly always us) let the warmth

of a Saturday and

the golden sounds melt

all around us.

The bass thumped and we sang

along. Belligerently

if need be.

Quenching our

thirst for one another’s

company.

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