Dish No Dice

Dish No Dice
      Took no gruff
From any of the fellas
      At the Crossroads Bar.

From four directions,
      Truckers, bikers, bus-riders,
Tourists, ranchers, farmers,
      Mixed it up all day and all night
At the Crossroads Bar.

One night, one of them blokes
      Tried to mix it up with Dish,
Went a step too far.
      She scolded the mug:
            "Ya went where you shouldn'a,
      Off limits, you fool."
At the Crossroads Bar.

Patrons looked up from their beer,
      Pushed plates of steak and taters,
            Stood from each corner,
      Stood in fury,
            To defend Dish,
Don't mess with Dish,
      They scowled.

Dish No Dice
      Took no gruff.
From any of the fellas
      At the Crossroads Bar.


For Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
May 18, 2011