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Gin Mill |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America 
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hands on the clock over the door tells a tale an oft-told tale of despair jukebox background music hour of besottedness room hazy with cigarette smoke he lights up wonders which will kill him first whiskey or the cancer sticks it is in the wee morning hour joint shows no sign of closing hell with the law there are lost souls to attend to besides its cold outside warm and toasty here gigantic woman behind the bar doubles as bouncer she's drunk too not much to look at still he'd like to . . . faint sirens can be heard over the jukebox Waylon wailing are you sure Hank did it this way five people left in the gin mill all staring down at their drinks except for the one man in the corner booth crying about a wasted life and images from the past the blanket of gloom is palatable in this Rod Sterling kind of place a place between reality and once-upon-a-time ungodly hour ungodly men waiting for the death knell whatever is left of self respect can be seen in the bottom of a shot glass dreams pushed aside so long ago not one of them remember who or what they were back then wish the man in the corner booth would please stop crying or at least walk outside and step in front of a city bus ~ Clones are people two ~ |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
very sad, especially if you had lived through this M |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Oh, yeah, I've been there, done that. I guess I need to stop writing these sad one. Although they did wonders for Poe, not saying I'm anywhere close to his greatness. ~ Clones are people two ~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It's easy enough to plop one's butt right into the middle of this poem, Waylon, Hank, and Serling all... enjoyed, Jerry. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Jerry! Don't you dare stop writing these sad ones they are like great blues songs and old movies...Gotta love it! and I do. Lori |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Thanks, Sunshine. I appreciate your very nice thoughts. <><><> Don't worry, Lori, I have no choice but write what I know best. ~ Clones are people two ~ |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
this is very sad but so well written...i enjoyed it much! Faith There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Faith, I thank you for your continued support and the fact that you liked this dark poetry of mine. ~ Life is sexually transmitted ~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is beautifully and sensitively portrayed, Jerry. I find it achingly and paralysingly sad, that, despite the fact that beauty and joy and truth surround and embrace us all, so many people truly never see, nor feel, nor experience them at any level, nor have the faintest inkling that these things are right there. Owl |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
You got it Owl. There are times when people who are down cannot find that place in the sun where they can grow, and it becomes a vicious circle. ~ Life is sexually transmitted ~ |
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