(Bozeman, Montana)
Proximity and geometry, they are what
It was that got them that moniker. Three
Neighboring watering holes, a triptych oasis:
The Hof, that is the Hofbrau, a cinder-block
Shrine. The Molly, the Molly Brown saloon.
The Scoop, dive bar, since sunk, gone belly-up,
Like a defeated Moby Dick. Many have met
Their demise, disappearing from the radar,
After a night flight into the triangle, moving
From one bar to the next, guided by not-so-
Dead reckoning--instinct, luck. For beer is
An unreliable joystick, and a pool cue a poor
Crutch. Each companion a compass searching
For something resembling a true north.
Bruce Morton divides his time between Montana and Arizona. He is the author of two poetry collections: Planet Mort (2024) and Simple Arithmetic & Other Artifices (2014). His poems have appeared in numerous online and print venues. He was formerly dean at the Montana State University library.
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