Communion
When Harry arrived at Chapel St. Bar,
Service had already started.
So he found him a seat and lit a cigar
For all things dearly departed.
A loud juke choir was singing of loss
In chords of a loser’s emotion.
The bartender-priest was mixing a cross
Of blends with the proper devotion.
He heard all confessions, took offerings priced
And served up communion with cheer.
And the body and blood of the tavern Christ
Were taken in prezels and beer.