“another one,” I smack with my vowels
the balding head of the leprechaun of a bartender
the clown with his false smile and polished baritone
of friendliness, he pours me my Guinness;
he’s a… well, you know the type, a youngish fellow
who when no one’s looking turns away from the bar
and reads Spinoza’s “Ethics,” out of that naive belief
that there’s something philosophy can teach us,
or more likely, just to impress the glances of arts students
who come here Tuesdays for half-price drinks
I mull over the black coldness of the glass,
the shapely smell of french fries gurgles around
and for sure there is talking in our midst
but who would notice words;
the Heat have won (buzzer-beater), and the only man who cared
just went to the bathroom
and all is merry
it’s life to be lived
with no obligations to us, who live it
and a smattering of thinking, only allowed behind the bar
March 1, 2012 at 10:05 pm
I really like this, the way it reads aloud.
http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/gone-in-a-flash/
March 2, 2012 at 12:33 am
Something about the guy behind the bar is familiar. 🙂
March 2, 2012 at 12:53 am
what i like here is that your capture goes beyond what it seen..great work on details…esp. like those when the bartender turns away to read and also..but who would notice words… yep..goes way beyond the visible and heard..
March 2, 2012 at 6:57 am
I think that there is a lot of philosophizing that takes place in bars, but how much is remembered the next day? The bartender was an interesting character!
March 2, 2012 at 8:33 am
smiles….sounds like a place i would not mind to visit…and enjoy a guiness as well…i like your bar tender character as well…and i imagine a bar tender might…and be sharing along the way…so many are therapists you know…
March 2, 2012 at 6:48 pm
This is one I’d like to hear aloud; lots of great images and sounds that would roll off the tongue … a cool bar to boot.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.com/2012/03/vignettes-from-bin.html
March 3, 2012 at 9:41 pm
but the only thing that lasts longer
than the heartbeat of attachment
is the ocean -> realleeeeeee deep