Day: November 5, 2014

To The Bar, John

John, what’s up with you man?

What are you so afraid of?

Is it all these people?

Is it the quickened pace?

The squint-eyed looks?

Could it be the sarcasm oozing out of the sewers?

Pouring down on us like acid rain?

What’s got you so uptight?

What stuck you in that dark shell?

We all have our breaking points

You know it’s true

I, for one, hate spiders

But you?

You seem to have more than your fair share

Were you dropped as a child?

Teased so badly that your mind warped?

No luck with women?

Maybe you should check out the boys?

I saw how frightened you became

They were just checking you out

Didn’t even give you the common curtisy of a catcall

You are a trip

Come on, time’s wasting away

And I only have twenty dollars on me

Happy hour ends in forty-five minutes

We’ll get there just in time to spend it all

But seriously, what’s up with you?

What are you so afraid of?

Come on, let’s move

You can answer me later

Come on, let’s go

To the bar, John

You need the cocktails more than I do

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Bad Weather Day

Another lousy day for the outside world

Filled with whipping winds and driving rains

It’s too cold outside, for my liking

But in here it toasty

I brew some fresh coffee

Strong, Cuban style

Something to get the blood moving

Shake off the cobwebs, and the gloom of the day

With a fresh cup in hand I sit down to write

I find, however

I do better just staring out the window

Feeling a bit smug

At all my creature comforts

I don’t need all of this

I would survive outside, alone

Even on a day like today

However, I enjoy my spoils

I want to call a friend over and share all this

But I can’t decide who I’d like to share this with

This lucky and perfect day

So instead of that call

I continue to gaze fixedly and intently

Out the window, at the driving rains

And this bad weather day

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Riding The City Bus On The Way To Pints With Sister Madly (City Bus #2)

Riding the city bus

Right now I’m the most beautiful person

In the whole world

My hair is wind-blown

My beard is too long

I have tobacco stains on my fingers

I have a cut on my hand

And a stain on my pantleg

My spine is crooked

And I walk with a limp

But from the looks of things here

I am a super model

I see a homeless man with a paper bag

An old woman with eight shopping bags

A sad boy with a crumpled piece of paper

A dirty little girl clutching a doll with no head

I see a man sleeping in the back

A woman with a bad case of gout

And the Dodo who is perfectly content

Handing out Dum-dums

And reading a pamphlet titled

Everybody Knows The Plague Is Coming

That’s when I comprehend completely

This bus is an ugly place

And I am the best looking person here

Life may not be grand

But it could be much worse

It’s cold outside, but I have a coat

I have money in my pocket

Food in my stomach

In twenty minutes I’ll be at the bar

Kicking back pints of cider, with the infamous Sister Madly

I have enough cigarettes to last the night

And I am the most beautiful person

In the whole wide world

When you look at it

From where I sit

© Dicky J Loweman 2104