Bartender Of Barcelona - Poem by Lexy Sogl
Straight, No Salt
You always were
as the crow flies
Supposed, short-cuts to you
Led to meadow death traps instead
In such a rush
To reach no where
Running away from a book’s dust
Your feet are long gone
Who’s red pumps are those in the corner?
Are those footsteps I hear behind me?
Is our song on?
Rocking my hips, to that slow salsa tune
I hear your heart beat
In that bar
shake your head
shrug your shoulders
tousle your hair if you have to
Waiting, without end
For the lady in red
To have one last dance
On the worn floors
Of that Barcelona bar
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