Bop Bar

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A Bop inspired poem about drinking

Submitted: October 30, 2011

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The hard round wooden bar stools, always seem so short

The bar counters, smelling of damp wooden rum splashed musk

The burglar proofing, rusting silver or primer red, with the line of silver chillers behind.

The over the hill, rouged bar woman surly behind the counter, doing you a favor

The pungent smell of cheap smoke filled air, trailing grey smoke that gets in your hair,

Red walls, white walls, painted tables too, cigg butts on the floor.

 

I want to drink, yes I want to drink some rum.

 

The glass is cool, I hate glass, the bottles better

Ice cold beer, rum on the rocks and plain scotch too

Glass to lips, sipping the molasses rum and coke.

Feeling the sweet, acidic Cuba Libra turning bitter,

Buzz hits my head, it’s my fourth one, feeling calm and nice,

Feeling the music, yes the soft music, Rocker music, reggae inspired rock remake.

Now in high spirits, talking so bold, courage of a Lion, strength of a stallion, speed of a cheetah

Feeling hungry now, where’s the wings dipped in hot pepper sauce?

 

I want to drink, yes I want to drink some rum.

 

 

I walk to the toilet, this one’s good. Got water, hand soap too.

Take a piss, one long piss a relief only a man knows.

Steam rising from the bowl, water falls and I rinse my hands.

Back to the din of the music, the bar looks cool, red looks good,

The stool feels familiar, good and steady, firm and solid

The air smells good, spicy chicken wings, steaming fried rice…

 

I want to drink, yes I want to drink some rum.


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