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Friday Night 

A Tribute To Charles Bukowski

written by: Antony King

@tonykingwriting

 

Loneliness on a Friday night
It’s only 6 pm, and I’m already drunk.
Sitting on my balcony, in this hole, I am in.
Watching people drive-by and walking on the busy street.
There is a girl that is walking to the corner bar,
I can tell she was not a regular… Hell, I am a regular,
But do I really know anyone in there?
The lipstick, that dress… ‘
I could tell that her hair had just been done.
Going to impress the boys, on a Friday night?
Perhaps, the husband is, working late…
Hell, he is probably, doing what she is doing right now.
Hey! She might be single.
But, I doubt it.
There is too much baggage there to be single.
Single gals have a swag about them… You know that…
I don’t give a shit attitude. Go ahead, and look boys…
But there will be no luck for you tonight.
Maybe she is just trying to discover new things
Find adventures between the sheets.
Or is she running from something… Hell, we all know you can not run.
I am not impressed.
Sure, I will have another… as I pour more scotch in my dirty glass
Who cares… It is Friday night, and I am lonely.

Antony King

Antony King

Antony King is a writer/ poet from Eastern Kentucky. Antony spent his formal years in Cleveland Ohio where he underwent private instruction in The Arts, Music, and Literature. His love of the classics guided him to poetry and fueled his passion for writing. After art school, Antony spent 23 years in the world of advertising, and design. He began honing his skills both as a writer, and an artist. He has been fortunate to have his works published in several journals, and contributes to his local, as well as online poetry groups.
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