Sight, Sound & Taste Poem by Sam Edison
Sight, Sound & Taste
Empty bottles cluttered around
The jukebox and laughter both clashing sound
The smell of spilled whiskey and beer
On one womans cheek a visible tear
The grime of decades built up on the bar
Barmaid next to me talks but it sounds like shes far
I love these surroundings the sight, sound and taste
This world of lost souls where sadness is misplaced
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