Bar Princess Poem by Bill Galvin

Bar Princess

"I don't go out anymore, " she said, matter-of-factly,
When quizzed by the new boys on the other side of the bar.
She's got the look; got that well put-together appeal…
They just had to ask.
"It is ironic; I work here just to pay the bills; and, here I am,
Thirty years old, and I don't party anymore."

Though not a fan myself,
Her semi-sleeve of tats did not disturb me,
And did not offset her cuteness.

"I used to do things I couldn't control,
And I'd do things I'd regret…"
She threw a glance my way, as I grinned,
And looked up from my drink when I heard that comment.

Two generations away, I could see the spark in her,
An inner growth that will soon grow into reward,
Because she caught herself soon enough;
Brave enough to dismiss the worship and adoration
That attractiveness threw in her path;
And bold enough to confess it in the milieu
Where some regrets begin.

The boys carried on now with truncated sentences,
Cemented back into their chairs, flat-footed,
No longer on elbows and tip toes;
Testosterone sealed into jars of disappointment.

She carried on, back and forth behind the busy bar…
Well-poured jeans, trim top;
Shapely, though not working out (she said) .
Just her and her two dogs, living alone,
No drinking, no partying.

She knows everyone, and they all say hi,
As they belly up to the bar.

And the new boys talk amongst themselves,
And begin scanning the room,
And spy two girls sitting alone with their drinks.

Soon, there are two new couples at a table;
For this night, anyway, with no regrets.

Monday, February 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
Brian Mayo 09 March 2016

I like your poem. It's really good. I found the 4th paragraph especially interesting. Nice ending, too.

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Bill Galvin 09 March 2016

Thanks, Brian. Much appreciated.

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Mike Smith 29 February 2016

Has a sincerity to it. Guessing this was a true life occurance, not just some interesting bit of fiction you imagined. If never much understood hitting on the bartender. In my experience they want to tend bar, not boys. And even if you do land her you've gotta put up with her getting hit on all night. Ehh. Nice poem Bill. I think I'll look at a few more from you

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Bill Galvin 29 February 2016

True story, Mike... we all gotta learn sometime, somewhere, eh? Thanks.

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Pamela Sinicrope 29 February 2016

Well written observation / characterization of not only the bar princess, but also the other patrons in the bar. When I was in college, I worked in a Honky Tonk as a cocktail waitress. I was the only non-professional working there. I get the vibe. WIth a husband and three sons at home, I couldn't help but love the line, Testosterone sealed into jars of disappointment. I enjoyed this well written piece of work. Thanks!

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Bill Galvin 29 February 2016

Thanks, Pamela... an amusing night it was (of course, I could identify with the boys as I saw myself back 40 years) .

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