ale house blues bruce is a noble painter of old town barroom lore with bawdy boozy tales a crafty raconteur his dreams on canvas entice and enchant us with pictures of bitches harlots and whores anna marie is a new yawker a wise girl walk and tawker with eyes the size of brooklyn skies she charms and swings her boots and bat with a warning and a wink to nevah evah taunt her ruben’s firmly rooted just a foot inside the door the bellows of his banter a haughty mexican roar he belts out like a lion with porn and wit and scorn a martini for baby ruben just waiting to be reborn