I sat at the bar
I sat at the bar
What a boring life I lead
The bartender's friend
Talk is quite mundane
Loneliness, a two edged sword
I'm not home alone
I breathe in a scent
Dark hair, long legs and Chanel
Beats television
So I nod at her
She grins at me and sits down
I buy her a drink
Image of Edward Hoppers's "Nighthawks" found at www.artwallpapers.com
There's more to this story, isn't there?
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Love Edward Hopper.Your ekphrasis poem captures the loneliness and futility of a certain life style.
ReplyDeleteFor one who can only stumble to my own fridge/mini bar this sounds like quite an exciting life - i hope the evening didn't disappoint
ReplyDeleteEven if nothing came of it, at least it was a change from the ordinary.
ReplyDeletehopefully there's more to this story and they get together
ReplyDeleteAnd then what happened?
ReplyDeleteSure she isn't on TV? The long legs thing made me think of a model.
ReplyDeleteMade me smile...
ReplyDeleteThis certainly will lead on to further developments, story-wise!The positive response with a smile opened the door!
ReplyDeleteHank
Aha! I guess a fairy-tale is to begin & you'll be no longer lonely :)
ReplyDeleteShe brought fragrance to the life of bartender's friend... next?
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