it's a cold beer night
here
in
paradise
propane heaters turned on
much like
the empty night
is
switched on
bar people
all
shapes
and sizes
hanging
on every word
lost
in the cold wind
blowing
in from the bay
beer bottles sweating
in
the
cold florida air
tell a story
about
loneliness
itself
sleeping alone
conversations started
never
to have an ending
other
than
i'll see you
again
tomorrow
night
(1-13-2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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