Monday, March 02, 2015

Waiting in an Empty Tavern

Recently I was prompted to write a "bar napkin poem."

I happened to be in a bar at the time and asked the bartender for a pen and a napkin. He gave me a pen and a strip of receipt paper.

Good enough, I suppose.

Here's a picture of what I quickly scratched (minus the lame final line, which I've hidden behind the fold). Below is the re-written result.

Waiting in an Empty Tavern

Three of us
Glasses half full
In an empty tavern
If she will walk through the door
Will we even recognizer her
If she does


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