A dive bar
called Darwin’s Theory
in a remote state
is calling me
and general principle
dictates a stop
for a beer and a shot
so one Maker’s Mark
and Shiner Bock later
and I realize
we’re not in Kansas anymore
and noticing a list
of local craft beers
on a chalkboard
I realize that dive bars
just aren’t what
they used to be
back in the day