Jane Austen Hair

And then she was there
a strong french beer and a whiskey by her hand
not a beauty but lovely
black hair full and gathered up
soon we talked
she worked in a shoe-shop
soulless she said
not seeing the joke
hates it she said hates their feet
“Are you married?” she said catching my ring
“Yes” I said “and happy”
“I’ll have another drink” she said
“Allow me, be my guest”.
She ordered a strong French beer and a whiskey
“I like to drink” she said.
She moved next to me
her hair long and black
now falling down her back
the sheen of horses running
I saw in her the eye of the child
then she tied it up
“Jane Austen Hair” I said.
“What do you mean?” she looked
“I mean like a character in a book”.
“What do you have that’s cheap?”
She said her glasses dead.
“We have a beer”
“I’m broke” she said
“That will be two dollars please”.
Said Shona on the bar.
“Will you be ok going home?” I said.
As she wobbled on her seat.
“You cheap bastard?”
Suddenly the monster showed
“You total bastard you will never see me here.”

When I returned
she was gone
only the napkin stayed on the bar
all that was left
of the girl
with the Jane Austen Hair.

Jane Austen Hair

John Sunderland

New York, United States

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This is a poem written about an encounter in my bar in Brooklyn, New York.

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