Communion
When Harry arrived at Chapel Street bar,
Service had already started--
So he found him a seat and lit a cigar
For all things dearly departed.
A loud juke choir was moaning of loss
In chords of a loser's emotion.
The bartender/priest was mixing a cross
Of blends with the proper devotion.
He heard their confessions, took offerings priced
And served up communion with cheer;
And the body and blood of the tavern Christ
Were taken in pretzels and beer.
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