Bars with Bars

We sang karaoke at a Sports Bar, Aretha and Garth.
A sloppy man in a blue button down
Sang my dad's perfect piano song.
Good to hear the right song,
But sad to hear the wrong voice.
Mixed drinks, mixed feelings.


We walked into an Irish pub
With an Irish band, and I drank a green drink
I thought about him then, too.
They sang "Amazing Grace,"
With accordions, beers, friends.
He would have loved it there, you know.


He's in the bars of the music,
The segments of time that hold the beats.
Some bar lines begin repeat,
But some just end.
Eventually, they all do.
Some songs are short songs.