Frankling David by Witness Hamudi

Franklin David was my favorite

All bartenders knew I was right.

So simple was he though fearsome when sober

For he’ld interrogate you over and over.

He being in the habit of squeezing himself in a distant corner

He seemed disconcerted in the manner of a loner.

But of all the people I knew, ha wasn’t that sort

He only needed one single hot tot

Afterwards he would talk,

Tease and joke,

Until he ordered for another round

And tell me to spare my pound.