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The Last Gratitude
He orders Wild Turkey on the rocks
Sips and contemplates the splintered bar
Lights another Holy Smoke
Blows rings around the nowhere band
Dancers drag through the spill and butts
Calling this dump a Xanadu
Cat comes in at high midnight
Fed up with the feast at home
Her husband slicing up the bird
Plopping it on "special plates"
To be devoured after saying grace
She leaves before the pumpkin pie
And heads out for a shot of rye
He doesn't mind the company
Cat, her rye and dormant rage
They leave the bar, walk silent streets
Thoughts of family fading fast
They have each other, cracking wise
Planning out another score
A little something to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Sips and contemplates the splintered bar
Lights another Holy Smoke
Blows rings around the nowhere band
Dancers drag through the spill and butts
Calling this dump a Xanadu
Cat comes in at high midnight
Fed up with the feast at home
Her husband slicing up the bird
Plopping it on "special plates"
To be devoured after saying grace
She leaves before the pumpkin pie
And heads out for a shot of rye
He doesn't mind the company
Cat, her rye and dormant rage
They leave the bar, walk silent streets
Thoughts of family fading fast
They have each other, cracking wise
Planning out another score
A little something to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Published 22nd Nov 2017
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Whatever it takes....that one small thing, we somehow--gratefully-- seem to find, that guides us thru those trying times...
Crowfly....you tell a tale that unfolds in real-time scenarios...from small town local bars and pubs, to high-end clubs--states-side and world known. People looking for a means to escape the hassles of their daily lives, if only for those brief few hours of mutually shared pleasure. ( and, perhaps longed for the most during holidays when "celebrations" never turn out to be what we desire).
This piece made me think of this: "friends are the family we choose for ourselves." ** So, with this in mind, and in the spirit of the holiday, i would like to say that i am grateful--always-- for your continued support here, and your caring friendship!
Happy Thanksgiving, mo Chara!! xo
**credit to Edna Buchman
Crowfly....you tell a tale that unfolds in real-time scenarios...from small town local bars and pubs, to high-end clubs--states-side and world known. People looking for a means to escape the hassles of their daily lives, if only for those brief few hours of mutually shared pleasure. ( and, perhaps longed for the most during holidays when "celebrations" never turn out to be what we desire).
This piece made me think of this: "friends are the family we choose for ourselves." ** So, with this in mind, and in the spirit of the holiday, i would like to say that i am grateful--always-- for your continued support here, and your caring friendship!
Happy Thanksgiving, mo Chara!! xo
**credit to Edna Buchman
22nd Nov 2017 8:24pm
Its interesting that the holidays are known for having the highest calls to police for domestic violence. Your piece reminded me of that. You could visualize it all. Well done my friend.
24th Nov 2017 1:45am
dearest Sir Crow
riveting tale of comradeship
among an unlikely pair
who are there for each
other in lie of family..
beautiful..
love Crim
riveting tale of comradeship
among an unlikely pair
who are there for each
other in lie of family..
beautiful..
love Crim
