Poem #2,828 | Brewers Arms – Lewes

Sat beer-propped by a slump
of booze-slowed folk – this a
pub from my past – a note of
not much has changed taken
& filed – whiff of urinal chunk
& piss is fierce – A patterning
underfoot hides auld stains –
A robust barmaid [cliche hip
& calves] serves slurred men
one last pint & takes their tap
of phone – otherwise they sit
out-of-reach of the missus –
Tattoos stain his skin [blur of
history inked] – his speech a
leaky seep after his fifth – An
ancient dog sniffs at crumbs
as its ale-slowed owner naps