Bartender genome

Sitting alone at a bar
downing a row of
tequila shots will earn
you something…

from across the bar;
griping rights,
pour-out-your-heart
privileges – at the very
least a knowing wink,
acknowledging smile,
tacit agreement, a nod.

Sitting by yourself at
Starbucks counter
throwing back espresso
shots while clicking
away on a laptop gets
you ignored indifference

as most baristas lack the
hereditary imperative of
the best barkeeps, while
increasing suburbanization
of the traditional, dimly-lit
habitat is rendering the
trusted, guru-esque
breed of mixologist our
most endangered species

For anyone who masters
the hybrid genetics, there is
a Nobel Prize in it for you.

Or at least a full tip jar.

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