Day: November 7, 2014

The secrect I Let slip

I have almost no regrets about you

I enjoyed our time we spent at the beach bar

And the few nights we spent together

I feel, however, I possibly enjoyed these more than you

For after a week you became board with some part or parts of it

You no longer showed up at my door

You stopped taking and returning calls

Well, such is life

We move on

I had no hard feelings, and I hoped you didn’t either

There is, however, one small thing about you

Which causes my blood to run hot, redden my face

The beach bar, you see, is where I met you

I had seen you in there before

And I’ve seen you there since

But, much to my displeasure

I accidentally told you of my ‘secret’ pub

A place I don’t frequent often

And a safe haven, where I don’t know anyone

And no one knows me

I love it because it’s like a mini vacation getaway

I have a few cocktails, talk briefly with others, and get a little writing done

Nothing exceptional, but it’s mine

My secret spot

I ventured there a few days ago

And saw you on my favorite coner stool

You had a group of interested old men around

Laughing much too loud and occasionally

Pointing in my direction

So my time here was up

I finished my drink, left a tip and headed to the door

‘Come back soon’, was belched for one of the old geezers

Followed by high decibel laughter, from that whole gang

I calmly gave the finger in return

But never looked back

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

Normal Guy In The Seedy Bar

Going to take my time

Waste away in this seedy, rundown bar

Where hookers find johns, who buy them freebie’s

Where the pimps come to collect

The corners are packed tightly with pedophiles

And car thieves whisper about the new Cadillac

They just pinched

The wall have been painted a dingy smoke brown

Packed layer after layer

From the thousands of cigars and cigarettes

It’s always the same ones who sit at the bar

Toothless Phillie, Shakey Bob, Sweaty Pete

Caroline is the seventy-one year old, self-proclaimed mayor and bouncer

And Marilyn, who will suck a cock, without her false teeth

All for a shot and a beer

Skippy get plowed every morning by 9:30am

By 2:30 in the afternoon he’s sleeping it off in a booth

The bartender once asked me

Why I, such a ‘normal guy’, would come to such a place

My murmured reply was about the entertainment

And the two-ply shit paper in the lady’s room

Normal guy?

Who does he thinks he talking to?

But I let it go, as the dice are passed to me

I roll a six and a two

Looks like the ‘normal guy’ has to buy the next round

© Dicky J Loweman 2014