Friday, September 23, 2022

Lo­uka­ni­ko At Tom’s Ta­vern by John Harold Olson

How do you feel, Tom? 
Tom says, I feel like a young Bull! 
A few cans of Mythos lat­er: 
What did you have when you came to Amer­i­ca? I had the mem­o­ry of ash­es, Tom said. 
I had a bag of rags with 
A bot­tle of retsi­na, bread, 
And a smoked Loukaniko. 
Also, he added, some good sar­dines. 
That’s all? 
Tom, wip­ing down the bar, 
What more do you need?





Retired Las Vegas teacher now a hospice volunteer.


No comments:

Post a Comment

Peek a boo__ By Merritt Waldon

Look in my eyes  Together we rise Flames of fire  That never cease  To burn Isolation & cut off From wherever you are Feel you compare m...