The Regular - Poem by Jack Worthington
His heart sank with the sun as another day passed
Light streamed through panes of glass to touch the floor
Casting ever longer shadows that covered the door
He reached for his keys tripping over a cord
Stepping down stairs, he slipped into his Ford.
He knew each crack by rote, only a few blocks North
Circling the block to a space near Twentyfourth
He arrived at the bar at half past seven
Climbing onto his stool to drink 'till eleven.
His face recognized by his bartender Kevin.
His eyes fixed in a trance on the TV above
Not caring about the game, just about love
For the lady of his life gave him the shove
She left him one day for a lawyer unmentioned
The whole sordid affair badly intentioned.
The game was still playing but already done
As each month passed he though of the gun
For life had long ago ceased to be fun
Nothing to live for, nowhere to run
The score was zero to one, ending in defeat.
Kevin he said, don't ever get married
They'll stomp on your heart that they carry.
Keep a sharp eye and always stay wary.
You'll be broken and beaten, then stuck with the bill
Your body and mind will be put through the mill.
The bartender laughed and smiled with ease
Although he was young, he knew his job well
He poured another drink, that was his sell
It's a tough one he said, a standard trade line
You should try this new bourbon after your whine.
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