Homelike Pubs

Poem

I wrote this in a pub (The Thirsty Scholar) in Penryn. Enjoy.

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Homelike Pubs

In a pub
With exposed cottage-brick walls.
Sat near a woodburner.
Coat on, flopped, warmed.

I looked toward the taps
And soon ordered a Cornish ale.
There was a smile and a thank you
From the both of us.

It was uncomfortable but soothing,
My worn wooden bench for one—
Like the clunky arrangement
Of a cuddling Lovers arm.

I sit and sip and read,
And I listen to conversations.
They did accidentally ___,
The ___ was fantastic,
It was ___ I didn't ___ that,
We put lots in the ___,
Another?

The fire's even warmer now.
Yeah, I'll get myself one more too.