Ode to Biggie Juice

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He was going to be good … but the day was full of strife

Leave on time, home for five, a cheery “Hi Honey” for the wife

 

He’s planned his route to the station, avoiding all temptation

To slip in a bar, for a quiet one and some idle conversation

 

As he does from time to time to take the edge off the day

To chill it out, wind it down and give the brain a holiday

 

From the air conditioned cool into the city’s searing air

He sets off to the station, but just over half way there

 

He looks up at the platinum ball, that hangs in a clear blue sky

And in a flash, he dehydrates, throat parched, lips cracked and dry

 

His vision blurs, time slows, and he stands blinking in the street

As a mirage unfolds before him, mellifluous and sweet

 

A street artist just like Biggie Small rapping “Juicy” as he busks

He becomes lost in the moment, his resolve crumbling into dust

 

He heads into the station bar, the barman gives a knowing wink

And pulls a pint of Biggie Juice without asking what he drinks

 

 

Biggie JuiceEast Coast IPAFeral Brewing Co

◄ Amazing but True

Cheap as chips ►

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