Drinking Beer, Nibbling Cheese, Staring Into Space
another day like any other
Drinking Beer, Nibbling Cheese, Staring Into Space belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Live, Love, Dream: , Sunrise, Sunset, The Urban Environment and WMGIt’s 4 a.m. and a decrepit old coot in a flannel shirt and pajama pants sits outside his motel room in Bisbee, Arizona. He has been doing the same thing every night for the past 10 years, sitting silently drinking beer, nibbling cheese and staring into space. And the silent vigil of this senile stoic is interrupted only once every night by a brief trip to the toilet.
He has lived alone in the motel since his wife of 49 years passed away in 1998, and his only son(who did not come to the funeral) is a lawyer with a wife and two children living somewhere in Tennessee.
And what will he do tonight? Exactly what he did last night and the night before and the night before that (i.e. drink, nibble,stare) while patiently awaiting the sunrise. And as the morning heat intensifies he will muster up just enough strength from the depths of his decrepitude to lift a wobbly hand and begin sucking the rapidly melting cheese from between his fingers.
plyle
Your poetry always has such a human appeal to it! i love that so very much and look forward to seeing it in all of your work. Very surreal and interesting! Thank you JD!
jdworldly
you’re welcome—not sure where to go from here but will keep after it for however long it takes to say what must be said etc ect….
Tony Ryan
Interesting words. I sometimes feel like I am wasting my life away when I sit alone. However when life throws me solitude I try to ask my heart what I am missing in my life. What aspects of me that I am not accessing.
jdworldly
Welcome back Tony—I really appreciate your always thoughtful, insightful comments which continue to inspire and enlighten. Thanks again and please return soon.