The Rye Whiskey Review: My Uncle from Pottsville by Mark Tulin. Photo by Moussa Idrissi at Pexels
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My Uncle from Pottsville by Mark Tulin
Uncle Leo liked country music
in a town called Pottsville
He played Cash and Merle
on a wood-grained clock radio
in a warehouse full of red potatoes
His old rump sat on a spinning stool
as time passed slowly
with each cigarette and phone call
He lost his balance in a dumpy bar,
his life sucked inside of an old coke bottle
and a whisky sour
He chased the ragged night
in his Oldsmobile
and never got a moving violation
or arrested when he punched a cop
His fingers browned with nicotine
and feet turned a nasty shade of green
His Bic Pen bled from his heart
and left a big hole in his shirt pocket
Some days he ate an Italian submarine
and a bag of barbecue chips
and imagined being a monkey in a cage
playing the tambourine.


I love your Uncle Leo poem. I could just see him there in front of me.
Thanks, Liz. Quite a character