The Bartender

The Bartender

Mixes drinks
His liquor art
Cheers the sick at heart
Stirs and winks
Sarcastic high jinx
Hides his magic chart
Secretive and apart
His shaker, toxic clinks
Ice-filtered gin
The velvet kick
I shake with agues of the sick
His voice, “Fini old friend?”
Cold as a dead man’s skin
“This we always recommend—“