The Best Bar in the World

The best bar in the world is our dinner table

Fiction lay along a bowl of chips 

and my wife's homemade salsa

seasoned lovingly 

using himalayan salt balanced with parsley leaves. 

There was no talk of sports, but my three-year-old tells me, "Drink your beer daddy" 

as he sings to Mickey Mouse clubhouse. 

We dance. 

When the little one was put to sleep, 

my wife and I have more conversation: 

familiar, spontaneous, honest and heedless 

as conversations of married couples go. 

We play some more music 

I'm my own DJ, dancing randomly 

to Talking Heads 

and Lyke Li 

and Up Dharma Down. 

We drink some more 

grocery-priced beer 

This price makes it tastier 

No service charge either

and I don't mind washing up a few dishes. 

And oh, the bed is so close 

for us to stagger silly on the way up.