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.