Shadrach Knight

Rookie - 0 Points (May 28th 1997 / Asheville NC)

Four Friends Sitting In The Booth At The End - Poem by Shadrach Knight

The bar sings a sweat song of laughter mixed with the clatter of, Dishes to silverware where four friends sit,
The booth located in the corner of the room held hostage by four, Teens counting down the days until summer, already greeted by the,
Summer heat,

Three waters and one Ice tea, tinted a golden brown in the center of,
The table, black straws stretching from the glasses,
Jokes fallowed by laughter and confusion, worries, as well as paranoia,

The two young men and the two young girls laugh and joke throwing,
Random crap at one and other,
As I laugh I feel pure joy as I look to my right out side to see the,
Storm that was rolling in has already come up to meet us,

As I finish my drink I get up laughing, my awkward grin on my face,
Say my good byes and walk away,
I try to get beat the rain, but I just walk on by my location,

As the shower flows down from the sky I laugh well it splashes down On me, My cloths soaked I started to dance on the sidewalk, getting Looks and remarks from passing cars but I didn't care,

I just laugh and walk back to ware I was going,
I look at the booth through the window as I walk and I laugh again,
I can smell the brews behind the counter and the food drifting in,
The soggy wet rain and I laugh

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just one of my days.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013

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