Thursday, January 7, 2010

poem of the day 01.07.10

another old one. have poems to type up but life has been
a clusterfuck as of late.

bartender

i’m on to you
man.
i buy three rounds of
drinks
and you buy the fourth
when i’m ready to
leave.
so i stay
and have that free one.
then i have two more with money
i know i needed for
something else.
by this time the sun
is setting.
i finally get up to leave,
your big fat tip resting
on my soaking coaster,
to great the evening,
my mind unsure about
everything i meant
to do
that day.

05.10.06

1 comment:

Bukowski's Basement said...

Funny. I knew a guy like that. Every time I got up to leave, he'd say where ya going? Have another one... To which I'd reply...ugh...