Somewhere In A Ladies Bar Poem by Gert Strydom

When the beer stain on the counter,
burning marks on the tablecloth,
the spiral of cigarette smoke
do almost form apocalyptic images and words

while people do treasure old memories,
do drown in their drinks
that the barman
very friendly keeps pouring

and others sit with hands around glasses
that leaves patterns,
so totally thought struck
I catch your eye,

see how you do look away,
catch you that you are looking back
(and you do wonder if I am waiting on some one) ,
your smile is somewhat bewitching

and I wonder what are in your thoughts
while your eyes shine like diamonds,
and the barman
does pour another drink for you on my behalf.