At Romanelii Grill
all the bartenders are women.
I drink a beer and go
where they are women, too,
They comb their hair between draws.When the summons comes
I am forced to see a lawyer.
I choose one with red hair
who says she’ll be in my corner.
The law is not sexist.But my wife and I understand
each other, I say.
Just tell me your side, she says,
then she sets a beer on her desk
and I remember everything.Listen, I say, listen to this.
Copyright © 2018 by Robert Stewart
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission
Robert Stewart’s previous books include The Narrow Gate: Writing, Art & Values (essays, Sewing House Books); Outside Language (essays, Helicon Nine Editions), a finalist for the PEN Center USA Literary Awards and winner of the 2004 Thorpe Menn Award; and Plumbers (poems, BkMk Press). He teaches in the Master of Fine Arts Program in Creative Writing and Media Arts at the University of Missouri-Kansas City, where he also edits New Letters magazine, BkMk Press, and New Letters on the Air public-radio series. The American Society of Magazine Editors has awarded him a National Magazine Award for editorial achievement.
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“A gritty, hard-earned faith in the human spirit in the small, sustaining rewards of labor are the core of Working Class. Robert Stewart’s careful attention to daily details illuminate his journey.”