Captains Cabin Poem by Martin Lochner

I was the cool guy at my
local drinking tavern in main road

California Hawaii shirt with a lot
Vitalis in the hair

yea grease lightening with
pair of neon crocks, a pack of cheap smokes
and happy hour that would transform me

form dear Sir to my lord….tea pinkie and all
clenching the beer fist I ruled that little
cockroach haunt

infuriating jealous horny pension males and flattering overweight
railway stay at home mommies

singing Neil diamond /slash Whitney Houston
I won the crowd