brittle light
brittle light
Jun 01, 2011

Formica And Chrome

peppermint pole spirals

"open
three chairs
no waiting"

"who's next?"

doesn't matter
the old guys like hanging around

politicians to tear up
wagers to concoct
old stories to embellish
jokes to repeat
even some gossip now and then
and obituaries
lots of them
bragging rights
tall tales
and damned lies

no woes though
men don't "talk"

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Comments

K

It all depends on which side of the head, the hair is parted. ;-)

~A

p.s. love the title which gave no clue about the poem; I was thinking cars or diners,