Bar

Jaded .
Needing to uncoil

I swung open the door

To see

dimness inside

taste the lazy air

juke box playing

James Dean’s voice

up the walls, it crawls

to the ceiling

Ordered a drink

saw her wink

(oh my

Should I?)

I talked
She smiled
we drank

I sobbed
she watched

seemed concerned

(gazed right in to my eyes)

I spilt the remaining in the glass

Oh @%$#

(pardon my French)

she talked
I lied

She lied
the bartender smiled

We danced

the music died

(Time, spoils it every time)

Au revoir

have a nice

life

Feel chilly shadows

Outside

M’mm , what a nice …………

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