First Of The Day

F is for
First Of The Day
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I stroll into the quiet bar
Regulars only
Aroma of last night and cleaner,s disinfectant
A nod to Andy
A grunt from Joe, a moody fucker
And a tip of the bunnet from Big Bazza
Up to the bar slapping down the change
A weary Mary pours my lager
Which will stop the shaking hands
And the drill pounding in my head
I spill the drink
On it,s way to my budgie cage mouth
A few sympathetic looks
They have walked that walk
The pint is soon swallowed and
Another is set on the bar
I order a Drambuie,it,s medicinal
Just to keep out the cold
It burns down my throat
Warming my belly
I,m mellower now
The shakes are still there but what the fuck?
Andy cracks a joke
Joe grunts again
Big Bazza checks his horses
Eleven fifteen, more bevvy to sample
The world is beautiful
Even Mary;