Behind a Blue Ball Cap

Across the room he sat

With his face hidden 

Behind his blue ball cap. 

Across the brim of his hat 

In bold letters dressed in black 

Were the words, "U.S. Veteran"

He held a glass of whiskey 

In his old, rough, looking hands.

His hands were what shaky,

And he sat a little slouched. 

But his air was of honor, and self-respect. 

Reminding all who saw him 

That this man was a proud American. 

In the background of the pub 

The national anthem played 

And if you looked close enough 

You could see a hand above his heart. 

By Evelyn Creon