Bar, brown, a poem written by James Gabriel at Spillwords.com

Bar, Brown

bar, brown

written by: James Gabriel

@James_Gabriel1

 

fast friends
her hand sits
on his shoulder
her head

leans
slowly drifting
into his neck
he continues

to drink
she clings
like a castaway
holding onto a rock

men behind them
in front
they are a
world unto

themselves
the bar door
opens
filling the room

with
sunlight
cigarette smoke
the only thing
between the
world and
tired eyes

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