Oh the humblest of watering holes
How you do stand the test of time!
You always seem to hold a range of souls
And cold beer hardly more than a dime
The clinking, the clanking of glass
The friends, both old and new
Where many nights do pass
And if we’re lucky, we’ll only remember a few
Amidst a sea of pretentious libations
You stay steady through changing tides
Saving bartenders from superfluous creations
Keeping a place where tradition abides
The ice, the taps, the eclectic decor
Oh glorious dive bar
I hope you do stand forever more
A Poem and Tribute to the Dive Bar
