Authors Note: After writing a part of my story I found it necessary to actually begin in the real world. Giving my character an density and something individuals could relate with.
sloofties - a female whore/idiot
schmetlaps - a male whore/idiot
Alvin,
Gets out of his car,
Adjacent to the bar,
No parking 9-5,
Mon through Sat,
Thank god for Sunday he thinks.
He locks his doors,
Placing his keys in his jacket pocket,
The suns going down,
Across town,
But tonight,
the lights will shine,
throughout night.
Alvin walks in,
His seat open at the bar,
Just the usual's sitting around,
Finishing their drinks,
Before the night crowd fills in.
These are the last days of smoke and air.
Without one,
We lose another aspect of our past.
With a smile on his face,
And a box in hand,
The gently tapping sounds occur,
Before the flame,
And light.
The barkeep approaches Alvin,
“The usual I presume”
Alvin replies
“Not tonight, Its my treat”
With a fistful of money,
Alvin places the Benjamin on the bar,
The sloofties and schmetlaps all approach him,
Immediately befriending his money.
Oblivious to their sudden kindness,
Alvin lined the bar with shots.
An event that hasn’t been accomplished,
Well at least for a very long time,
They toasted to health,
Happiness,
Hometowns,
And sports teams.
Threw darts,
Told stories,
Played pool,
And sang songs.
With a whole in his left pocket,
He bought one more round of drinks for crowd,
And finally sat back down.
They all slowly make their exit,
Leaving just us to talk,
The thoughts of our past,
The depths of our mind,
The unconscious man at the end of the bar.
To Part 1
1 comment:
Finally! Something I can understand. And it has gotten my attention. Tell me more of the story please.
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