good night

Cheers, Alice

Pay up, then head through the door,

With that same vodka tonic in hand

I walk back towards my house,

Knowing exactly where I can find that soul

Who is much more deserving and in need,

Of this last drink of the night

And I find her right where I thought she would be,

With the same sign, asking for money or food

I offer her the drink,

Which she takes with uncertainty and hesitation

I get the feeling,

from the look in her eye,

That this doesn’t happen all the time

I tell her my name,

And she tells me hers

Alice, she says, through cracked and sunburned lips

Pleased to meet you

We chatted for a short bit,

Then I went on home

I felt pretty good with the end to the evening

Sometimes people just need a break,

A bit of luck,

A ray of sunshine

And sometime that luck of light,

Can shine in the darkest hours,

Of a usually unforgiving night

© Dicky J Loweman 2015





The Missing Napkin

It’s was 11:00 pm, on a Tuesday

I came home to an empty house

Just like I usually do

Just like I usually like it

But this day has been far from usual

As far as I could tell

I met you in the bar on Hollister

The one on the corner

The one which is marked by three very different signs

The one which can’t seem to make up its mind

About the type of bar it wants to be


That’s where I met you

We sat next to each other

The bar had filled, we had no choice

You wore a pretty blue dress

And you smelled of a pretty perfume

I drank gin and tonics, you had white wine

Before switching to vodka and soda’s

We both got very drunk

We both shared good conversations, a lot of laughs

When we had enough to drink

We thought we should wrap this whole night up

We exchanged pleasantries, names (again) and phone numbers

I had a short walk back to the abode

I didn’t stop along the way

I was feeling too good

Like I was floating in a warm sea

When I got there I took out the napkin

The one on which you wrote your information

I read it over again, had one last nightcap

And went to bed

I woke up early this morning

I had quite the hangover

And the new girl to thank for it

It was worth it

I don’t seem to find a night like that, too often

So I can live with the headache

But what I can’t live with

What’s really got me twisted

Is where that napkin has gone to

I’ve scoured the house like a rogue shark on a hunt


So as I sit here, and nurse this hangover

With the morning paper and strong black coffee

And all I can think

Is how I hope she didn’t lose

The napkin I gave her

© D J Loweman 2015