Knute's Gentleman at Frawley's Bar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is written as a compliment to Knute Skinner's poem from the Stoney Thursday Book about Frawley's Bar in Lahinch, Ireland.
The bar is tiny and hasn't been touched in 70 years. Tom is a quiet man, an absolute gentleman and serves possibly the best Guinness in the world. The telly is turned on for the news and then promptly turned off. It is the best bar in Ireland to strike up conversations with strangers.

Submitted: June 01, 2007

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Tom Frawley stops for tea

While the rest of creation carries on

Eager to get ahead, to get more, to get it all.

He stops for Mass

While the rest of the world sleeps in

Wrecked by hours of excess

Tom Frawley turns the TV off

While onlookers fidget nervously

Channel-hopping in their minds.

He sits in silence

Needing nothing, to your frustration,

From you or me or anyone.

Zen and Guinness please,

hold the ice and lemon.


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