Across the street

Walkers wait

For the light to turn

It turns

They walk

To the next light

Other walkers arrive

At this one

It turns again

And they walk

On

And on

What a life

Wood

Under my banging fist

Solid

Like something real

My martini

Is mostly gin

People talk

Music plays

The bartenders

Take shots together

The ceiling

Has been painted over

Who knows

How many times

Glasses clink

As they’re put

In the dishwasher

Everyone shouts

Over the music

At each other

And it doesn’t matter

If we understand

It was never the words

That made the meaning

It was always

The subtle sound

The brush of skin

The accidental glance

The all-knowing

Ever present

As I bang my fist

On the wooden railing

It’s here

And I can feel it

Pushing back against

My skin and bone

I make believe

I want to push through

When what I really want

Is for something to push back

Glass bottles glow

On crowded shelves

Behind the bar

As full after

Drinks already made

Tabs paid

Patrons have come

Drank, laughed

And left

Like we all

Eventually leave

The bar

This life

You can’t come

And not go

Stay leave

It’s all the same

Somewhere

Between hello

And goodbye

Ah I’ll split this up

Anyway

I’ve just gotta

Get it down

The lemon twist

At the bottom of my glass

The olive

At the bottom of hers

The businessman

Talking loudly

About us business

Whishint

I love the feeling when I’m

One beer in

Walking across the street  I

Look right and see headlights

But after a beer I’m

Invincible

Gliding across

The crosswalk

Looking lovingly

At other drinkers

Coming out of other bars

Just walking down the sidewalk

On our way to dinner

Is wonderful

I should write more about that other price I wrote about how I write when I feel good to give it away

I am not there yet

But I will get there

If I live long enough