A Bar Called Tosca Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Someone dropped you like a flower in everyone’s favorite drink sitting and reading next to the old record player. We named her

'The Jane’tt We Freed'

We made her with Sweet Vermouth and even though she doesn’t need it once in a while add a little more VOS*, at the Juke Box at the bar down the street from the seed.

They call it Tosca for now and the drink happens to be Ernesto the Bartender's glossy boss.

The Juke Box is missing a few records and we think that you are its’ need. This is where I would like to put the picture of Depeche Mode next to the Juke Box at Tosca






I know you said the limit is 101 but once I felt the drift of your draft I thought it would be ok to go more and I couldn’t help it anyway.








*VOS=Very Obviously Special