The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
I’ve walked them one...
I’ve walked them all.
I hate to see them go.
In these last few days,
I’ll walk them slow.
And finish up where I always do…
At the bar of Sloppy Joe.
Written from the bar at Sloppy Joe's, Key West, Florida. September 7, 2021.
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