Poetry For Everyday People
Bar At The End Of The Alley
We met
at a lonely
dark smoky place,
I like to think
it was meant to be,
what it takes
to get here
like this,
the two of us
haunted by living
by the pursuit
of something more,
sipping our wine
across the world
from each other,
bills, love,
family, friends,
the state of our
country, the world,
car broke down, not
gonna be at this job
much longer, phone
messages from creditors
rather than friends,
and we sit here
drinking our wine,
our beer, our martini's,
dark smoky place,
across the world
from each other,
fighting
with
all we got.
at a lonely
dark smoky place,
I like to think
it was meant to be,
what it takes
to get here
like this,
the two of us
haunted by living
by the pursuit
of something more,
sipping our wine
across the world
from each other,
bills, love,
family, friends,
the state of our
country, the world,
car broke down, not
gonna be at this job
much longer, phone
messages from creditors
rather than friends,
and we sit here
drinking our wine,
our beer, our martini's,
dark smoky place,
across the world
from each other,
fighting
with
all we got.
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Bar At The End Of The Alley
Bar At The End Of The Alley