punchline less

A musical spar 
or prong or flange
walked into a bar, and 
there it stands.

The bartender, grim
at accustomed post 
keeps screwing in
light bulbs 
without count, 
pouring nameless 
drinks in proper 
amounts, and 

nodding her head 
in absent mind, 
while the musical 
spar beats
drunken
time

proposing toast 
after toast after
toast