Smithereens

putting together
the fragments
of yesterday I sat in this
back street bar watching
the animated waterfall
fall gently
like a postcard vacation

the jukebox
spins 45s
pieces of lost songs
of faded love
of jaded love
of too many quarters
falling down
that sad slot
of swizzle sticks stirring
the last drink

putting together
the fragments
of tomorrow
I sit in this
lonely bar watching
the lazy-eyed blonde
black roots
bad rouge
kissing the napkin
with too much lipstick

knowing vacations
and getting lucky
really aren’t
what they
used to be.

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7 Responses to Smithereens

  1. Bob says:

    I can hear the bongos… this screams out “Read me aloud!”

  2. jo says:

    Yip, I LOVE this, I am smiling hugely here……great finish, great beginning and middle too. This moves so well.

  3. Paul says:

    Me Tooooo, get pdcasting, Mr Young, audacity software is free and easy, headphone microphone as cheaps as chips, post in a different place and through a link with the poem when you got one as brilliant as this, it is sensational, coin slots in music takes off and the turn around and then turn again at the end, it is magic evocation poetry of a scene a mood, an attitude and everything, it is a Jim Jarmush film, wooohooo,

  4. Scot says:

    Bob, Paul, Jo
    Thanks all!

  5. JO says:

    I love this snippet of life, so full of flavor and verve.

  6. Scot says:

    Thanks fort he visit JO

  7. nectarfizz says:

    nostalgia.

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