The Busy Bee - a poem
It’s the same everyday come rain or shine
When they walk through the door I consider them mine.
I tend bar at The Bee; a dive bar on State
We serve chowder for lunch and stay open till late.
I’ve heard many stories from behind the beer taps
The fish grows by inches after every Pabst.
But it’s more than just burgers and blue collar beer
They come for the “Hey Hun, it’s about time you were here!”
The regular fellows are Paul, Bob, or Mike
And a bearded Green Bay fan who arrives on a bike.
There’s a priest, and a poet, and a blond with long hair
And a grumpy old cop who sleeps in his chair.
There’s a phone with no numbers not even a dial
And the men’s room is scary and needs some new tile.
There’s a photo of George dressed up like a girl
The loudest one in there he's deaf, and it's Earl.
The beer has been flowing for some 65 years
It started with veterans but now there’s some queers.
Speaking of which let’s turn to the Greeks
The first to say homos were humans not freaks!
They’re mad with the Romans and resent the Turks
And still taking credit for Plato’s great works.
So unless you’re in Greece don’t bother with feta
When they walk through the door I consider them mine.
I tend bar at The Bee; a dive bar on State
We serve chowder for lunch and stay open till late.
I’ve heard many stories from behind the beer taps
The fish grows by inches after every Pabst.
But it’s more than just burgers and blue collar beer
They come for the “Hey Hun, it’s about time you were here!”
The regular fellows are Paul, Bob, or Mike
And a bearded Green Bay fan who arrives on a bike.
There’s a priest, and a poet, and a blond with long hair
And a grumpy old cop who sleeps in his chair.
There’s a phone with no numbers not even a dial
And the men’s room is scary and needs some new tile.
There’s a photo of George dressed up like a girl
The loudest one in there he's deaf, and it's Earl.
The beer has been flowing for some 65 years
It started with veterans but now there’s some queers.
Speaking of which let’s turn to the Greeks
The first to say homos were humans not freaks!
They’re mad with the Romans and resent the Turks
And still taking credit for Plato’s great works.
So unless you’re in Greece don’t bother with feta
The burgers and fries at The Bee are much better.
Did you think that you would ever see
beer dispensed by 2 stunning Queen Bees
Serving chilled golden nectar from 'On Tap'
with frosted base and frothy cap
Dreaming as you sit and stare
smelling sweet brews mist in the air
That maybe they'll let you drink all day
until your mind just drafts away
Then imagining your mouth might press
against a kegs sparkling effervescent breast
But sometimes in complete surprise
they'll bring you a ruben and nice order of fries
Poems are composed by fools like me
as I watch Mira and Cindy serving beer
at the Busy Bee
Dave buddy, yours is next.
The Beer HiveDid you think that you would ever see
beer dispensed by 2 stunning Queen Bees
Serving chilled golden nectar from 'On Tap'
with frosted base and frothy cap
Dreaming as you sit and stare
smelling sweet brews mist in the air
That maybe they'll let you drink all day
until your mind just drafts away
Then imagining your mouth might press
against a kegs sparkling effervescent breast
But sometimes in complete surprise
they'll bring you a ruben and nice order of fries
Poems are composed by fools like me
as I watch Mira and Cindy serving beer
at the Busy Bee
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Birth of Inebriated Astonishment...inspired by the Busy Bee
The whole intrinsic drama of history
held within a glass, chilled
to make the natural- obvious,
inevitable- and thrillingly digestible
A craftily-brewed symbiosis
of golden liquid, aged
to contain the collective memory banks
of all evolutionary humor
Assortments of sweet mists
drifting from off
this magical super conductive fluid
of transformation
Floating into sensory systems
of eager patrons anticipating consumption
while initiated into states
of higher social consciousness
The goddess of nectar disbursement
manipulates her blessings
with phallic-shaped handles
of ebb and flow
Creating liberating binge epochs
by pilgrims congregating
on pedestals of worship, celebrating
time, and liquid-space relationships
Access gregariously granted
into streams of extravagant imaginings
and profound wisdom
where unscrupulous courageous explorations
bring deep theoretical understandings
once suppressed by reality's grip
on mania, and the shock-waves caused
by zero point sobriety
dave
The Soliloquy Hamlet Really Meant To Give
...delivered at the Busy Bee
Shaken.... not stirred
(A parody of Hamlet)
Beer Outlet: Act III, Scene 1 ....
To be, or, not to be at the Busy Bee... That is the question;
Whether ‘tis less sober of the mind to drink
From golden frosted bottles of good fortune
Or, to dip mugs into an endless sea of draft
Sampling it all to blend it. To drink and drink
Some more; and maybe those drinks consumed might end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; ‘tis a consume-a-thon
devoutly to be wished. To drink; to drink:
To drink perchance to dream: Ahhhh... there’s a Bud;
Or, in that keg of Miller what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this metal bar stool
Must give us pause: there’s the buzz that makes
Our instincts for cold brews go on all night;
Plus- the barmaids thong, the sports channel continuously,
The thrill of unrejected love, the law at bay,
The quest for a warm hug; But not the spurns...
That patient merit the uninebriated takes,
When they themselves might their inebriation make
With an empty pitcher, or, bare bodkin? What could patrons fear
After consuming beer all night,
But that the dread of no service after One
Creating those restless states from who’s bourn
All patrons will soon return--to unpuzzle their ills
Inspiring us to make toast to those steel wills we have
Than to get high with designer chemical things we know not of.
Thus 3 point 2 makes heroes of us all,
And thus those domestic brews of reconciliation
Drench us over with Ale and happy thoughts
And great enterprises aged for this very moment
Gets our highest regards as their chilled currents flow our way
So we can chug it down with satisfaction !
Dave and William
The Beer Hive
Did you think that you would ever see
beer dispensed by 2 stunning Queen Bees
Serving chilled golden nectar from 'On Tap'
with frosted base and frothy cap
Dreaming as you sit and stare
smelling sweet brews mist in the air
That maybe they'll let you drink all day
until your mind just drafts away
Then imagining your mouth might press
against a kegs sparkling effervescent breast
But sometimes in complete surprise
they'll bring you a ruben and nice order of fries
Poems are composed by fools like me
as I watch Leanne and Cindy serving beer
at the Busy Bee
Bar and Grill
2100 so. State
Salt Lake City, Utah
RIP
Mira,
I was up at Boater's World 2 days ago across from The Busy Bee. After I was done I decided to go over and go inside the bee again to try brushing against your spirit, and relive memories. It didn't happen. The place is a hollow shell of it's former glory. The Magic is gone, You carried it all away with you when you left. I loved those few short months of being in a state of awsome wonder igniting a new fire in my soul.
kk/bb
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