You are walking the streets of New York when you see an old door. On it is a small sign that says "The Bartender's Counter".
You are tired.
You are sick.
You are desolate, poor, angry, hurt, unloved, and really in need of a drink.
So you push the heavy door and find yourself in a dimly lit bar.
You seat yourself on the counter and come face-to-face with an Asian bartender who's name tag says "Felix".
"Hello, what would you like today?"
This is a collection of poems that all have titles that are named after drinks you can order in bars.
Inspiration comes from, obviously, a bar.
Make your orders in the comments section, or have the bartender decide.