A POEM - ME, BEER CHANG and the CAT with the CROOKED TAIL

ME, BEER CHANG and the CAT with the CROOKED TAIL
I was sitting there
Hunched over an all but empty bar
Quick jazz bass and drums
Thumping from the speakers
The only company I had
Was a fat calico cat
With a crooked, stumped tail
Who sat on the bar
Right next to me
Overseeing my work, my skill,
With the pen and paper
I took another hit
From my Beer Chang,
Looked over at the fat calico cat
And said to myself,
“hell, things might work out after all.”