Bar Wall, French Quarter

Bar Wall, French Quarter

Jay Waters

Bar Wall, French Quarter


Sally Zakariya

in a different life I’d work at Mick's

wait tables maybe tend bar

get myself a scatter of tattoos

I’d have to learn to drink again

serve loaded mac ’n’ cheese on a don’t-

touch-it sizzling platter—crisp bacon

and chives and triple cheese on top—

serve six-buck margaritas on Mondays

I could learn to drink again

know all the regulars hey howya doin’

goin’ someplace nice this summer

not quite in Fredericksburg but

hanging on the edge in one of those

nothing special strip malls

but Mick’s—Mick’s is special

with its halfway-up rock walls

its oblong shamrock bar in the center

its step-up booths and keyhole chairs

its TVs on every wall—well

maybe not for every one but

you could feel like you belonged

and I could too—if I decided

to learn to drink again

Sally Zakariya’s poetry has appeared in some seventy-five print and online journals and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her most recent publication is The Unknowable Mystery of Other People (Poetry Box, 2019). She is also the author of Personal Astronomy, When You Escape, Insectomania, and Arithmetic and Other Verses, as well as the editor of the poetry anthology Joys of the Table. Zakariya blogs at

Jay Waters walked away from a good job in order to teach in college and do other things, including photography and writing. Yearns to be a well-travelled Southerner. Believes in the coincidence of life, light, and camera. Old enough to know better. Jay is currently on the advertising faculty at the University of Alabama and lives in McCalla, Alabama.