Ira's World, Compromised by David Christopher LaTerre

In this German bar in Minneapolis with more dark beers than light there’s sushi a la carte & cell phones on the bar. I can’t get used to it. The bus boys swarm around our humble sniff-in, looking bony & coy. Outside there are agro children-of-hippies slacking heavenward; a little before suppertime/waning Happy Hour …the day’s business doled out as anecdotal. There’s no TV thank Ghod. There’s no Hooters waitresses; more like a James Brown’s Man’s Man’s Man’s Man’s Man’s World.org where you won’t see any goat cheese or dolmas. You won’t see any Miami Vice casual wear. & Gohd to thank: I guess. Is weltsmertz a German word or a Yiddish word? The old guys talk & the women get bored. It’s no longer a world of men … drink is the mediocre equalizer/stave off the gun