Same Place Different Reason (or perhaps not...)

Sitting on the chair next to my own is a man it seems

Who is at home with the music in this place

And by the look on his face �" the beer ain’t that bad

And he doesn’t look half bad, but who is he?

And what would he say, if I asked why he drinks at this time of the day?

I bet he has a wife but he doesn’t look the type for kids

Perhaps a few dogs and by the way that he tips

He has a small fortune he’s afraid to call wealth

And by the look of his skin he’s still in good health.

I am not one to judge by the choice of his drink after all,

I’m on my fifth or so I think; it could be more, but who’s counting?

Perhaps the man is doubting whether I can pay;

Perhaps he’s wondering why I’M drinking at this time of the day.

Reviews

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LOVE it so much, So much emotions in this.
Really enjoyed this write. Nice job!

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. ah, an ode to the quintessential human curiosity ... the sense of wonder ... the line of thinking we deploy when we look at someone ... the way we assess and profile someone without speaking to them ... barely realizing that they might be putting us under the microscope that we are putting them under ... and as silently ... beautifully written ... a very vivid piece of writing ... and very skillful ... expressed with very few words ...

[Wandering Violet]

We do spend a lot of time idly wondering about other people, don't we! A delightful read.

[rt farris]

a snapshot of a moment in the life of the ordinary. your poem makes it extraordinary .... makes it an event. we all have stories that matter .... at least to us and those who care.