Dream makers
Through grimy windows I can see
Santa and his elves blowing
bubbles, goblets and vases heat
and rolled up sleeves
Outside, large flakes of snow
dissolve on asphalt.
From the bar next door
red shadows and empty music leaked
out and into the gutter.
Hard smiles, and much wine, nicotine tongues
meet experienced lips.
Behind the bar a baseball bat,
cheap scent and fake rings,
loneliness dances with greed.
red shadows, empty music, hard smiles, experienced lips, are city scenes.brilliantly picked up by the poet. baseball bat is not understood,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the baseball bat represent violence