It Ain’t Here

I’m behind the bar, servin drinks, my buddy’s in the corner, sulking with a beer. I go to him, what’s up, man?  He says, I think I’m gonna take off. I’m gonna go down the street. It ain’t here?  I say. What?  It ain’t here, I repeat. What you’re looking for. Yeah, he says. So I go, you’re gonna go to the other bar, see if it’s there, but if it’s not there, maybe you could come back, because maybe it’ll be here by then.

Maybe, he says.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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