One For The Road Poem by Peet Thomas
One For The Road
Theres nothing in a bar between the bottle and me
Save the sweat that clings to the glass
And my hunger
Magpies in the dark
Circling madly like moths
Hold off the Indians
Until the cavalry arrives
And feathers on the floor
When the lights come on
And we’re hurried home
Theres a pause between me coming and going
But its not long
And its forgotten
When the birds rise
In the dark
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4/25/2024 4:55:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Not many birds rise in the dark, maybe nightowls