The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
Truman. Grinnell. Olivia. Windsor. Elizabeth. Greene. Duval. I’ve walked them one... I’ve walked them all. Old friends, 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. Comments are closed.
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