I was drunk
out of my mind
and found
Hemingway's grave
out of my mind
and found
Hemingway's grave
In a stupor
I'd stumbled
the street
and visited every bar
still operating
that he drank in.
In one joint
I pulled up
a stool
ordered
a cocktail
traveled back
to 1952
neon lights
mixed drinks
reliving
memories
I never had.
Then I crossed
The street
and drank beer
with a retired couple
from Massachusetts
we watched
the Sox game
at Whiskey Jacques
my namesake
my birth certificate lists
Jacques St. John
as my legal name.
Anyway
I decided
then and there
that I'd drink
a rum and coke
with Papa
anytime
No guns though
that's where
I'd draw the line.
Jake St. John spends nights in a fort on the edge of the woods. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Snow Moon (Holy & Intoxicated Publications, 2019), Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019) and Working Man’s Odyssey (Analog Submission Press, 2018). His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.
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