Scribbles

Budweiser Beer, Blue Labatts on tap.
Bo Jackson, some player, an old bicycle top.
Baseball glove for three finger Brown.
Jeff Mc Guire from the Rose and Crown.

Two lesbians wink and one tomato juice they share.
Short hair and a smile I wonder what they just had.
A envious warmth as 2 greys mixed in blond streaks.
Indecisive, attracted a stare I sneak.

On street level plus one is Barrbary Coast.
A mahogany bar with Grant as your host.
CBS sports, Salbach, mogel Skiing’s the toast.
A five spot on Tomba well that’s my hope.

Its slip and its slide Giadelles proven his worth.
But Tomba he’s special, a champion from birth.
Pound for pound he weaves and he grunts.
Chest still as his knees suck in the bumps.

Glasses from freezers; fingers stick to the cold.
Beer flowing crisp, I’ve had enough so I’m told.
The history of sport decked out on the walls,
Swirls into one as gracefully I fall.