Buzzed behind the counter, a smile on his face,
Every drink he pours has a touch of grace.
“Fruity or fizzy? Just tell me your wish!”
Happy hour’s chaos, his favorite dish.
On and on he stumbles, like a wild dance,
“Did you order vodka or perhaps a rare romance?”
Sweet cocktails mix with half-whispered quirks,
Timeless tales flow, though he’s lost in the works.
The tips grow fatter, but he’s lost in the haze,
Underneath the bar, he’s counting the days.
Very curly straws turn into a game,
“Did I just serve coffee? Oh wait, that’s my name!”
Every single client can’t help but chime,
“Is this the best drink or just some good time?”
Raise a toast to the mixologist bold,
Surely tomorrow, his mind will unfold!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
