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
March 23, 2023 at 10:48PM