Tragic Tavern

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about dirty bar bums

let them watch as she dances
their desperation hanging 
like the smoke from their cigarettes

a sea of bloated bellies
and empty glasses
cast hungry glances from high 
up on their bar stools

she will dance 
and they will wish 
they still had a spark that
could catch her attention
longing for a night
taken from the pages of their
glory days

let them watch 

in hopes that a piece of her spirit 
will twirl off her skirt 
for them to capture
and put on a shelf
along with what they once 
had been

just another thursday night
at the tragic tavern


Submitted: November 14, 2014

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