"best of" poem of the day 08.26.13

trying to pound through the rest of a novel first draft.  so this is going to be "best of" winedrunk week with
all poems being about bars.

from the office to the bar

(a love poem)

i go from one building

to another

one seat

to the next.

they’re really no different,

except one of them has

my soul

and the other one has

my mind.

don’t worry dear, you still have

my heart.

but what’s left for me

in all of this?

the bar tab?

                        02.03.05