IN THE LAST DUSTY BAR
thought i had lost you
because it had been so long
since i felt anywhere near right
but you found me in the
last dusty bar i had frequented;
sauntered beside me
shushed my questions
splashed Scotch across my lips
lit fire to my tongue
and said:
“write, motherfucker”
my muse always has a way with words.
~ Joseph A. Pinto
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Joseph A. Pinto 
Ha! Love this!
Hi Grace! I’m so glad! 😉 Thank you very much!
best advice I’ve heard lately x
lol Good! 🙂
I like your muse. She sounds like someone I could share a dram or two with… 😉
lmao Hi Karen! Yeah, my muse is ok 😉
Ha
I hope that’s a good ‘ha!’ lol 🙂
Think I’ll head to the bar now and see if my muse is loitering around. 🙂
lol your muse might be three sheets to the wind by then! 😉