URQUELL
g.a. scheinoha
Half a world away
and a hundred fifty
years plus later,
hops are sweeter
and the beer
has gotten better.
Else, why would
this band leader,
known for his
bass horn prowess,
be back here
five minutes
before his band’s
slated to play,
knocking down pivo
with the locals
while sidemen
scramble
to set up
and test
their PA?
No one
no longer
remembers
how back then,
tongues embittered
by a foul batch
or two, beer
swilling peasants
and guild craftsmen
alike
overturned
and emptied
most of the city’s
brew.
Beer ran
like rivulets
into rivers
in Plsen’s streets
proving a hopping mad
crowd will have
its due.
Certainly all
this barrel chested
maestro
like a half
keg in profile
knows
is how
sweetly
that golden
elixir
flows.
