Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Joe's Bar and Grill

  
	      I could take the bank, the cleaners, the shoe store, the clothier
                 But when the tavern closed, I despaired
              You see, Joe’s Bar & Grill wasn’t just another business
                 It was the place folks turned when their lives were a mess

              Always a friendly voice to greet you, 
                 a shoulder on which to cry
               You went in feeling like two cents
                  ~ emerged from there in the future perfect tense

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David Crandall March 30, 2026 at 5:10 PM Great, with this poem and the Barber Shop...a nice stroll through through Gershon's home town!

Joseph P. DiMino March 30, 2026 at 12:32 PM While drinking in excess is harmful, a couple social belts has saved many a good man from going insane with grief. Well said my friend

John Lawless March 30, 2026 at 5:00 AM ...and nobody was ever "there" when the bartender answered the phone....heheheee

Karen Jones March 29, 2026 at 9:44 PM Is this a place in your neighborhood or was it?