One Last Drink Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
One Last Drink
On a barstool
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
—and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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4/29/2024 10:47:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem. I hope you are safe.