The End of Chumley's Tavern

I’ve strolled down Bedford from Barrow, maybe a couple times or more. When I would get to 86, I headed through the garden door. I felt inspiration flowing, from the rafters down to the floor. Words for future generations, by the authors that I adore. They sat on these stools by the bar, and drank their whiskey from this glass. They saw the world through this window, and watched it gently slide on past. The true spirit of literature, hangs in every sip I take. I try to honor their presence, in each single line that I make. So, here’s to you Chumley’s Tavern, drink a toast to your ancient past. But alas, just like all good things, you have come to your end at last. Steinbeck and Millay may live forever, through eloquent words that they wrote. But as for you and me dear friend, we’ll just be history’s footnote.