Oskar Hansen

On A Bender - Poem by Oskar Hansen

New Orleans, dawn, woke up on the floor of a hotel room,
don’t know why I didn’t sleep in the bed. A shower, vapid
water ran slowly down my body like worms they crawled
around and refused to leave. In a bar where men sat in
silence watching TV with sound turned off. A double whisky
and the worms disappeared. Thought I can’t sit here and
drink like an alcoholic, I had a bag of bacon flavoured crisps,
and to show I was a man of taste I asked for Dutch beer.
Time runs fast, when you are drunk, suddenly eight too late
for the plane home that left at nine o’clock. One more beer
and I will be ok. Got another plane, without my luggage, as
I could not remember the hotel where I had slept on the floor.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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