Bar Room Tales - Poem by Hazel Durham
Apprehension of the unknown,
In the atmosphere of bar room tension,
Men sitting on long stools, with no time for fools,
On the counter, pint glasses full and half full,
Their on the pull, for women of their dreams,
Conversations of soccer and racing results,
Jockeys slated with outrageous insults,
Clinking of glasses with the batting of long eyelashes,
Ladies looking for love, with disco music blaring above.
Small talk an art form, to win your heart,
Laughter, banter of colourful language,
In a mind-blowing canter,
Couples looking deep into each other's eyes,
Promising never to say goodbye,
Hustle, bustle of bodies pressed tightly,
Against the edge, of the bar counter top,
Men eyeing up the opposite sex,
They just might hit it off, hoping they won't get vexed!
If all else fails, the wide screen television, prevails,
Advertising the Lotto, a quick fix, in this mix,
Impossible notions of sailing on a luxury yacht,
Bobbing with the waves in motion,
Dusty cobwebs brushed from tired minds,
The lusty warm flow of the devil's potion,
Mixed deliciously with pent-up emotions,
Suited men with loosened ties,
Ladies fleeing from some creep,
That nearly makes them weep.
Desires spilling on the shiny floor,
'Pour those drinks, we have time for more! '
Nobody can find their way out,
Fantasy a haze as people mellow,
In their infused daze,
Within their maze of comradeship,
Plenty of lip, until their energy dips,
Excitement bubbles, a few start trouble,
All in a night out, with the most interesting people, all about!
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