The Local On Friday Nights - Poem by Mark Dillon
'I heard a crack' said Jimmy Mac.
'I think my nose is broken'.
'Well, you should know' said Tommy Joe.
'Some very harsh words were spoken'.
'Well all I said was Gods honest truth,
I wasn't casting blame'.
'That may be so' said Tommy Joe.
'But you caused the row just the same'.
'You should have just stayed put and kept your mouth shut,
instead of stirring up trouble'.
Jimmy Mac cursed and looked the worst,
as from his nose came another blood bubble.
Then he just snorted and said 'I need to get sorted,
and I need to take something for the pain'.
So Tommy gave him some pills and a large Bushmills
and they sat looking out at the rain.
Later that night as the stars shone bright,
They staggered home together.
A broken nose, bloodied clothes and definitely under the weather.
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