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I mean it seems to be trendy to tell everyone how much you like dive bars.  It’s a way for pretentious people to try to act wild and down to earth.  Hey look at me:  I’m not going to the trendy nightclub.  I’m salt of the Earth and I like to hang out at dive bars.  It’s a total sham.  These are usually just neighborhood bars with a plethora of graffiti written on the bathroom walls.

Bathroom stalls

for a good time call Sandy

but the number’s wrong

You can usually tell the difference by the choice of beer and wine available.  Oh, sure there will be a couple old man beers like Natty Bo or Hamm’s but there will also be Allagash White and Yard’s Brawler.  There might be 18 year old Scotch sitting next to some rotgut whiskey.  You also pay a premium price for the drinks.  Unless, of course, you slum and order beers from the shelf of shame.

Pretense noted

PBR pounder in hand

I’m ever so bold

I mean can it really be considered a dive bar if someone plays John Coltrane’s version of “My Favorite Things” on the jukebox.  Is it really a dive bar if the jukebox even has John Coltrane as an option?  And then to have Coltrane followed by Miles Davis “So What”.  Yeah, there may be a few posers in the bar tonight.  Ah, but I guess I shouldn’t complain.  I’ll take Billie Holliday crooning :God Bless the Child”  over Kid Rock any day of the week.  Maybe pretense isn’t totally bad after all.

Gentle jazz grooving

Better crooners hit notes

and we enjoy the moment

unconcerned finally

with proving any point