2010
03.31
03.31
I avoid the conversations,
not interested in hearing
stories scrapped from the barroom floors;
nothing of interest ever happened
while sipping a pint
and waiting for the night to call.
Once, a girl told me she loved me
while my mate went to take a piss;
this, they say, is the tragedy of romance:
two people at a bar,
alone for a moment
and looking to fill themselves
with love or alcohol,
whatever
comes cheapest.
#poetry – New piece posted!: A Barroom Chat http://amphibi.us/all/a-barroom-chat/
good poem
yes. i dig this; reminds me of something Bukowski might write.
And everyone knows I’m a sucker for Bukowski.