In Which I Find A Sliver Of Jack Kerouac's Denver On Concourse A

This airport bar reminds me just a bit

Of what an Amtrak bar car used to be.

Two random music guys happen to sit

Right down there on the barstools next to me.

The barmaid pushes local whiskey and

We try it, laughing at the tasting notes,

And Stranahan's would seem to be the brand

(Though a bit sweet, if 'mong the counted votes

Are mine -- it's like a highball, I would say

Though I knew not that Colorado streams

Ran clear with 7UP, but that's the way

The real world works -- far stranger than my dreams.

That's how good times occur with Steve and Wes.

One never knows what's coming up, I guess.