The Coarse Crooner
.
The old balladeer sounds
like a tired man.
Under the wind of an
electric fan,
he blinks his bleary eyes
as fast as he can.
His breath reeks of tobacco
and stale rum.
As he hiccups through songs with
a coarse hum,
the drunken audience gossips
and chews gum.
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