Gia

Gia

 

Applauded for her convictions,

she named her children

after characters

from black and white westerns,

the good ones

of course.

 

She sips Rob Roy’s

but never eats

the cherries,

keeping conversation flowing,

the blue ones

mostly,

and absolutely.

 

 good ear to nibble on,

honesty,

perched on

a barstool

with uneven legs,

yet she never waivers,

not one bit.

 

And the bartenders love her,

because she tells it

like it is,

tipping two bucks

for every drink

even if it‘s her last.

 

You can find her there

every Saturday night,

and she always keeps

a stool next to

her empty,

just for me.

 

And THAT

brings a smile

to my face.

 

Every time.

 

Not an easy thing

to do.

Reviews

[Bullet Soul]

This is a fabulous poem that you have written, here. This girl is clearly a girl every man cannot help but fall in love with, but that only one man has been lucky enough to have. I think this is the perfect example of the kind of girl a good few of us long to be. You've captured great emotion here, which has made me fall in love with this piece. Excellent job!