A ZIG TO THE ZAGAT

The bar on Avenue B looked suitably dirty

It was dark and the windows gave no hint

As to what went on inside

I needed someplace quiet

To finish the thoughts I had been carrying

There should have been sawdust on the floor

Like the pearly Yates’s of years ago

A few bearded men sat at the bar

Nibbling on their nuts

It was a trick they’d learnt early

I ordered a stout and watched the menu

And looked at the t.v. screen

Two ultimate fighters got bloody on the canvas

It was obscene

I could find no peace

The pizzas were dairy free

The gravy was vegan

And  the hippies happily nodded at my disgust

They have landed

A few punches

A righteous hook

Here and there

The cheezeless amongst us