Local Dive

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    Local Dive

    Stale smoke and testosterone fill the air

    Soft yellow-orange lighting to keep patrons

    From noticing the tables aren’t wiped down

    The ashtrays all half-full and

    The carpet littered with small assorted debris

    Loud music from the jukebox

    Forces the regulars to speak slightly louder

    A few TVs suspended from the ceiling

    One showing basketball

    The other Star Trek

    A sinewy middle-aged woman with stringy hair

    And painted-on jeans

    Is singing along with every song

    And decides the aisle will do as her dance floor

    Since the owners have overlooked the detail

    Of having one available for her

    Neon signs proclaiming different brands of beer

    At affordable prices

    Large groups of 40ish jocks

    Deifying whichever sports “hero”

    Is on the TV closest to them

    Women who look as though they live here

    Or like they don’t belong at all

    Slow moving ceiling fans equally distributing

    The clouds of smoke to each table

    Praying I don’t get hit on

    Disappointed when I don’t

    Is this their escape

    Or is the world of 9-5, minivans, and unreachable goals

    Their escape from drinking?

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    soulwriter commented on Local Dive

    05-13-2010

    This is so real - so vivid and so living in the moment... I smell, I see, each touch each breath each picture of humanity revealed. Thank you for your decriptive sharing in such a uniquely crafted fashion. 10

    simoneaugustus

    05/13/2010

    I always love reading your comments, Soul! Thank you so very much for the kind words.

    HarverTomsson commented on Local Dive

    01-15-2010

    I haven't been in too many rooms like the one you pictured. And I can't se you staying there for long, either. Great close to the tattered ambiance in the last two lines.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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