Beach Bartender

I am pretty much a novice on cocktails,
sticking to simpler adult beverages,
but this looks good at the moment!

I'll give that girl a gimlet!
Make the man's martini dry and dirty
if he so demands. Command a
kamikaze or a Mr. Beam and coke.
When a woman whines for wine that's
sweet,  I'll find a nice white
scuppernong, however long it takes,
pour rum until those boys're numb and
fail to ask for more,
bring vats of vodka in tall frosted glasses
for the very pretty lasses hanging
out around the bar. Margaritas and tequilas,
shooters and champagne, the glasses
different shaped but every one is drained.
Top shelf liquor won't work quicker;
cheaper stuff's enough to do the trick.
But here beneath the shady trees cooled
by an ocean breeze, an icy beer will do
just fine to quench the thirsty's throat
and smooth out stubborn wrinkles from
the drama of the day. In moderation,
though, my friend, for if you drink too
much you may forget how nice a time
we're having, sitting, laughing,
watching as the sun begins to set.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014