NaPoWriMo, Day Fourteen, Poem Six

Seapoint Sonnet

The world's most unresponsive bartender
finally takes my order for the food.
He closes out the Red Sox fans' bender
and takes himself down from a guarded mood.

The owner oddly tends to disapprove
on weekends if you order and just leave.
I take a bar seat and refuse to move
until I'm served my drink and my reprieve.

And by loophole our pizza order's earned
while I pen down my lines of aimless verse
if just to say that one thing has been learned
before the errands one again immerse.

I raise and lower every pen in strife
one drop away from wasting my whole life.