Two Bourbons, One Cigar and Her

Alone and loving it
Just me tonight
And that band over there
Playing the kind of music
You’re not supposed to hear
Finding a corner
Whose shadow suits me
Another pull on my cigar
Provides ample defense
From ones more affable than I
Sipping golden brown elixir
Melting inhibitions – neck and neck with the ice
I like this place
Spine to the wall
It’s dark
It’s smoky
It’s late
It’s……her

Fuck

That scary, cool bitch is
Here
Looking right at me
Without uttering a word
And more than forty feet away
She’s already inside my head
I need a break from
That sort of thing
I needed to need no one
Tonight
She’s coming
I’ll lose ground quickly, I know
Smelling whisky on her breath
Those stray wisps of hair that tickle her lips
In hours she’ll be under me
By morning she’ll be over me

I wanted only a bar
Two bourbons and a cigar


Joseph DiFrancesco

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  • Tim McDonald
    Tim McDonaldover 3 years ago

    fantastic! I think you could have ended it at ‘Fuck!’ and it still would’ve worked as effectively. It’s so easy to identify with—wanting to enjoy your own company and then…!!