Poem : Freebird At The End Of The World

Talking about an uninterested girl
With an uninterested barman
Who turns away to mop a clean surface.
Take a shot
Look around
Take some nuts from the smeared bowl
Too salty
Too salty!
Someone plays Freebird
I’m guessing the guy with long grey hair
But then spot a vicar in the corner mouthing the words.
Hear an argument from the pool table
Balls are struck
Voices are raised
Then turn to laughter.
A disappointment.
I hoped for a fight
I’m in that kind of mood.
Put my head on the bar
And wait for today to end.

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