“Hey man,”
the voice calls out
“why you drinking that cheap beer?”
“called economic reality”
I respond icily
sipping a Yuengling Porter
“That’s too bad.
Want an Anchor Steam?”
“Sure thing.”
That’s one good thing
about being a poet
You always bring out
the generosity in other people
and there are
certainly times
when I would be lost
without it
but sipping on
the Anchor Steam
I try not to brood
too much on it