Brushed And Plagued

The bar is packed
Much too busy for this old dick
Not a seat to be had
Drinks? Good luck
Then there she was
Came right out of nowhere
And in that single second
She brushed against me
The night became my friend, again
Brushed by an angel
But plagued by the demons
So I can only watch her
From across the crowded barroom

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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