Poetry For Everyday People
Bars
I was torn
but I didn't kiss
defeat, at the corner
of the bars, I always had a chair,
a stool, in every bar, didn't
take long before they wanted to
reserve it for me, give me napkins
to write on,
it's a life, bars, it's an
unspoken family of many forgotten
souls, therapy at it's most complicated
form, the last of the philosophical discussions,
loneliness silently dancing,
shyness running out of time,
heels dangling, smoke teasing,
lies simmering like a holiday roast,
it's home for me, anywhere,
it's always been that way for me?
bars hold a peacefulness, where
hate melts like butter, anger turns
to laughter, people become people,
all understood.
but I didn't kiss
defeat, at the corner
of the bars, I always had a chair,
a stool, in every bar, didn't
take long before they wanted to
reserve it for me, give me napkins
to write on,
it's a life, bars, it's an
unspoken family of many forgotten
souls, therapy at it's most complicated
form, the last of the philosophical discussions,
loneliness silently dancing,
shyness running out of time,
heels dangling, smoke teasing,
lies simmering like a holiday roast,
it's home for me, anywhere,
it's always been that way for me?
bars hold a peacefulness, where
hate melts like butter, anger turns
to laughter, people become people,
all understood.
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Bars
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