Through those doors

by | Nov 20, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

In the window
I noticed a figure
One I knew like no other

I took a step through those doors
Heard the laughter from afar
I knew his seat positioning
He was not far

A brandy on the left
And a pint to the right
A cigarette in hand
Eyes directly in sight.

The grotty aroma of a pub
Which I shan’t forget.
The seat untouched
The area forbidden

I sit and take a position
A figure I shall imitate
My brandy to the left
My pint to the right
My cigarette in hand

I lay my head in endless peace…


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