You stand there with your best
bar room slouch
perfected from years of practice
half-watching the dance floor
with a jaded eye
thru an alcohol buzz and a cannabis haze
as I dance and posture
trying unsuccessfully to draw your attention
from the half full bottle of Dewars
near your elbow
and the half smoked Marlboro
between your lips
you glance my way thru squinted eyes
raise an eyebrow
of silent acknowledgement
then go back to composing
sardonic lines in your mind
About your night in the bar
how nothing interesting ever happens
In this place
I leave my faceless partner
finish my last drink of the night
and leave
thinking that for a moment
we almost connected
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Reviews of "Dancin' with Mr Dempsey"
Reviewed by Poop Monkey (Reader)
Reviewed on May 2, 2002
I really like this poem. It's very simple and sounds good to read, whether inside my head or out loud... love the ending.
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