Open Poetry #48 |
Lower Tier Life |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
cheap California burgundy to the gills the street's nightlights from some city you can't seem to remember the name of you're also not exactly sure how to find the run down hotel room you've spent the last three nights in but there's always a bar you duck into one to figure things out order whiskey with bitters bar doesn't have bitters what kind of bar doesn't have bitters ah, the kind you find yourself in lately it seems you order a draft Miss America, 1957 slithers your way nearly falls off the barstool while sitting down next to you booze-soaked dress too short for her ancient legs what the . . . she's a warm body you buy her a beer when she asks you for whiskey you could've told her they don't have bitters, but she didn't ask for them she has the street smell about her as she presses a leg against yours bartender sees, laughs aloud you sneer back at him he clams up doesn't know if you're undercover cop, maniac, murderer or a drooling lunatic you turn to Miss America 1957 ask her how much for a gobble turn the beer up and finish it you take your leave of Miss America 1957 and the now seemingly worried bartender you've remembered where your room is also remember sitting on the back of the toilet an unopened bottle of wine you're hoping the roaches haven't figured out how to open it as you weave drunkenly down the street you try to remember where and when everything you ever knew had died ©October 19, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ Jokes about German sausages are the wurst~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
A real gritty feel to this, made me feel right there as I was looking through shall I say your 'dirty' windows |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, Emma. Sometimes it is better to leave old memories alone. Still . . . They seek me out. ~*~ Jokes about German sausages are the wurst~*~ |
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Sue_s Junior Member
since 2013-03-26
Posts 45 |
Wow. I'm sure hoping that was a scene from a movie and not reality although I think I may have seen Ms 1957 around somewhere. The outfit rings a bell. Very descriptive. Sue |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh there was enough reality in the poem that you might could might even say it was true. Thanks, Sue, for stopping by. ~*~ Jokes about German sausages are the wurst~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Great ending to this Jer... Yeah, the whens, the wheres, and the hows live in infamy in your mind it seems... except for the death of will. Not sure exactly if that's dead yet. Been mia quite awhile it seems though. Michael |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Nope, I still have my will, otherwise I'd be dead now. Thanks Michael. ~*~ Jokes about German sausages are the wurst~*~ |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Your poem, for me, was kinda a crazy but good (crazy good) mixture of film noir and Betty White's Off Their Rockers. Enjoyed! A bit of trivia for ya... Miss America, 1957 (Marian McKnight) is now co-owner of a winery in Paso Robles, California which, by the way, carries burgundy. Red Wine Enjoy! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I have to admit, Bob, that I get a little crazy from time to time. Thank you for being here and sharing that informational tidbit about Miss America 1957 (year I graduated from high school). ~*~ I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time. ~*~ |
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