Pulled from Oh Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman
O Barkeep! my Barkeep! our delicious brunch is done,
The plate has emptied every bite, the prize we sought is won,
The check is near, the phone I hear, the people all are swearing,
While follow eyes the drunken folk, the drunk walkers are daring;
But O wine! wine! wine!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Barkeep lies,
Hot, and busy with dread.
O Barkeep! my Barkeep! rise up and hear our yells;
Rise up—for you our cards are out—for you our polite trills,
For you bouquets and napkin wreaths—for you the bar a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Barkeep! dear bar-friend!
This bar full of thirsty heads!
It is some dream that on the floor,
You’re busy and hot and dead.
My Barkeep does not answer, his lips are red with skill,
My Barkeep does not feel my yearn, he has too many to bill,
The group is anchor’d ready to leave, the brunch over and done,
From breakfast trip the brunchtime ship comes in with object won;
Exult O mimosas, and ring O sangrias!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Barkeep does,
Busy ignoring my plead.
Jaime is an upcoming sketch comedy writer based in New York. Known associates include the Upright Citizen’s Brigade, Actor’s Equity, and The Affordable Care Act. She has cats. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram.