Distilled essence of desperation
Mirrors and smoke, sawdust and whiskey
A suburban subculture concentration
A shot of bravery without being too risky
Men who’d have a hard time getting a character witness
Women whose previous choices don’t bear close inspection
Drinking themselves very close to witless
Hoping to make some sort of lubricated connection
But withal, full of hope for this new night
Maybe a future they won’t have to fudge
One more dizzying chance to get it right
And who the hell am I to sit and judge
One thought on “This Particular Bar”
Great flow, great rhythm. I am glad to find someone doing structured and message-oriented verse.
Glad I stumbled onto this blog.