Three Line Lunch: Whatever It Is (Last Call, New Year’s Eve at the Thirsty Crow)

a sporadic diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers

Whatever It Is (Last Call, New Year’s Eve at the Thirsty Crow)

He leans into the bar. “I’ll have a raspberry vodka with cranberry.”
The pretty bartender just looks at him.  His voice sways on its feet.
“Or a vodka-cran. Or whatever it is.”