Wednesday, April 1, 2009

poem of the day 04.01.09


hipster whores
with the ass cheeks
showing a couple
of brand new tramp stamps
infest this bar
take seats at the front
and shout at jeopardy
on the television
trying to arouse
something in our thin row of drunks
they shout like queens
after all they’ve discovered this place
they’ve discovered us
we are a part of some
hipster ritual in here
that is happening
more and more these days
at least once a week now
these whore
with their thick glasses
and tight pants
these whore or others like them
thinking they’ve found heaven
in the bowels of old man madness
and flat drafts of budweiser
thinking they’ve found “it.”
i wish jazzy jeff
were here to stumble
off of his stool and sling
an arm around both of them
as he’s done the others
buy them a beer
and watch those hipster girls
suck them down
before making a quick exit
back to wherever they came from
but jeff has already drank too much
and gone home
so these hipster whores will be
sticking around for final jeopardy
and they’ll shout out the answer
slapping each other five
showing more boney ass crack
as the bartender takes three more
of my dollars
with no buyback in sight
and john, with his one good tooth,
tries again at a hamburger
and onion rings
as this hour passes into another
that we’ll have to get through too.

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