a few cold ones

[johnny trance]

a few loud ones
from the jukebox
a dollar still goes far
inside his favorite bar
his index finger taps
his credit card
back into his wallet
a few cold ones
and a few more
winter outside banging
on the front door
the weather translates his mood
the terrible choice
between cold and freezing
a coat,
sweater, and snow and sleet
a few strangers
staring in from a one-way street
the play must have ended
the tuxedos are in bloom
and the taxis fight the limos
neon reflects off their hoods
and breath is visable
as laughs penetrate the thin door
muffled
and no more unique
than the drunks inside
hiding behind
a few cold ones
and a few more

[veritaz]

sounds like you need a few cups of coffe

I like the vivid part of this read the reflection off the hood of the cars almost took on a journey with this 1 .... almost

[johnny trance]

a thick fog translates the empty streets
and the houses it holds on its hips
frayed and graveled
the night shines through
the tops of the lamp posts
and spotlights the corners
and the cars that wander
past the emptied windows
that midnight has
tucked into bed