Adrift

Over a beer
in a cozy, wryly
derelict bar

I blithely told
a friend bemoaning
a lost love

there were plenty of
“other fish in the sea”
still sipping, he
remained unmoved

“there are also tires,
discarded refrigerators,
sunken oil tankers”
I added for cliched
perspective

Newly inspired
he raised his glass
resolutely made a
moving toast

“Let’s hear it then,
for the girls of
the flotsam”.

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2 thoughts on “Adrift

  1. waitoday March 27, 2010 / 9:37 am

    I have to admit
    you made me smile
    from the inside 🙂

    Like

  2. Doug March 27, 2010 / 12:30 pm

    this is wonderful…

    I love at the bar poems and turning the cliche into a surprise

    fine stuff

    Like

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