Beer Poem 
(aka The Pub)
by Mark Sherrick

Its friday night, and I’m out of beer, 
because I ran out last night.
No problem, I tell myself, I’ll go
have a couple drinks at the bar.
Then I remember I dont have a car
I’ll walk to the campus pub, then.
I arrive, and there’s already some people there, 
drinking beers with that one kid everyone knows, 
behind the bar, with the game on TV, and 
George Thurogood on the stereo, singin about
"One Burbon, One Scotch, And One Beer.", 
and everybody’s havin a great time drinking, 
laughing and just being silly.
Then my alarm goes off and I wake up and realize
that I have to go to poetry class and hand in this poem, 
and that the pub is closed, and will probably never open again.
Oh, well.