Firmly grasping his packs of ale
and bottle of rum the old man
leaving the liquor store glares at
the policeman checking car warrants
and registrations in the car park.
“You’re waiting to see if I fall over
drunk !” roars the old war veteran.
“Are you drunk ?” asks the policeman.
“You cops just want to stop real men
having a drink !” growls the veteran.
He had drunk hard in his days at war
on the ocean, with his mates at the pub,
and on his back verandah. At hotel
bottle stores he regularly filled up
his car boot with amber liquid supplies.
Just now he remembers courts suspend
licences of drinking drivers, no more
transport to pub or veterans’ club.
Warnings go on records
of obstreperous drivers.
At 88 he would not regain
his licence if he lost it.
He swallows his temper, replies
“No I’m not !” then removes
himself and his liquid supplies.