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The Barstool Baroness
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The Barstool Baroness |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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Disappearing down Diluted memories And chilled Empty bottles, Him, the bartender Me, the barstool baroness- Royalty, confused. "What is it you scribble down?" The words, his melting chocolate song Pouring substance and- Such sustenance It all just beams with elegance, I tip the glass to my lips And smile “I’m saving all my words for you,” For sometime, when this crowded room Will empty out, the lights turned up And we will dance, we'll make it up To the sound of the jukebox Playing Dixieland and smoke I pause, to take another drink, His eyebrow cocked, And raised, in wait, And watch him lick his lips, again A symbol to continue, and- He wipes the towel across the bar, Like he's got all the time And here, I smile wickedly, A grin of impropriety, A pause to hide my eagerness I try to keep it cool, Nodding for another drink, Buying a little time to think- And swallow the lump in my throat, I say “For when you light a cigarette, And lean against the wall, again, And smile, like that time you meant it, Then I’ll tell it all, Everything you want to know.” For now, He'll slide a glass to me, Lean on his elbows constantly, Trying to catch a glimpse Of the words I scribble down, The confused barstool baroness, With an ever-twisted crown. [Impromtu and not thought out, as always.] |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
i like it very much but this is my fav part... “I’m saving all my words for you,” for i know it well |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
A bartender and a beach... good times.  Lovely snapshot... "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I say “For when you light a cigarette, And lean against the wall, again, And smile, like that time you meant it, Then I’ll tell it all, Everything you want to know.” For now, He'll slide a glass to me, Lean on his elbows constantly, Trying to catch a glimpse Of the words I scribble down, The confused barstool baroness, With an ever-twisted crown. well, for something not thought out...it was so touching, heartwarming and seemed thought out...it was like taking a long long look at life's hours of waking moments...love... incredible write |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Me thinks you think more than you think you do. (Warning--that will get noisy when you hit forty.  )You are a natural poet, lady. When you wipe your mouth, there must be verses on the napkin, because poetry spills out of you. You brought me there, and I felt the atmosphere, the cool dark, the jazz, and now I am craving a "salty dog". ooooh... Let's make that a date!  You are always a delight to read. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
Thanks everybody. I don't know if it matters if I save all of my words. The bottle's empty. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms Allysa, I have painted a thousand bars with penspeak.. sometimes I still hear the words as I ride by on the black itch above her thunder kewl stuff ms |
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