Late one night in a dive bar called Shipwrecker,
I found myself doing shots with a holy father.
With our barstools side by side, I took his offer
Of communion with whiskies cut with water.
I said, “Gramps, what on earth brought you here?
This place seems to me unfit for holy men.”
He said, “My Child, how badly you’re mistaken.
In here, I'm close to man's suffering and fear.”
Looking ‘round at the sober and delinquent,
He declared, “I love these damned castaways.
To be saintly, first you've got to go astray.
Then, Son, if time allows, you may repent.”
Late one night at a dive bar called Shipwrecker,
I found myself doing shots with a holy father.
With our barstools side by side, I took his offer
Of communion with whiskies cut with water.
Sitting side by side, both of us got sloshed,
And in the end, he nobly bore the cost.