The candles flicker brightly,
the hearth is all aglow.
We shared a cup of friendship,
letting joy and sorrow flow.

We passed the dish of peanuts,
we rose in great balloons.
We danced in silver moonlight,
with cowboys and buffoons.

We tasted all the shrimp kebob,
we toasted many things.
We basted and we boasted,
and we gave each other wings.

Birdies flew and Docs revealed
the underlying cause.
No one ever danced without
a round of sound applause.

The Angel sang the sweetest song,
the Cat would stretch and yawn.
The gospel never faded, thanks to
Matthew, Mark and John.

Then there is the Lady sipping
root beer in the shade.
Cheering us with laughter,
despite mistakes we made.

The bar is quite Kinetic,
you can feel it at the door.
You feel it in the rafters,
and you feel it in the floor.

Brats will even love you,
within these hallowed walls.
They give you gifts of solace,
gifts of woven, tatted shawls.

Blue Devils in a pitcher,
and a smile behind the bar,
The apron passes quickly,
and the patrons travel far.

When all is said and done, my friend,
within my feeble rhyme...
I think the bliss of Callahan's
was in the Nick of time.

-- KathyC July, 1998