A Drink In a Mason Jar
Filly’s saloon was a convivial spot.
For country-western music fans, this place was hot.
If you wanted entertainment, there was no need to go west.
In the city of Philadelphia, this was one of the best.
Anyone could go there. You didn’t have to be a star.
They had a very long and fully-stocked bar.
You could get any drink served in a mason jar.
If you wanted a margarita, martini, or a whiskey sour,
the bar stayed open until a very late hour.
A very generous portion could be held in a mason jar.
That is what made this night spot a star.
January 15, 2012
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