Scene From A Vienna PubA Poem by Lucas GrashaScene from a Vienna Pub High-heeled boots are terrifying. That man in the corner booth has the names of his cats sewn on to his leather biker jacket. His giant beard reminds him of his cat Yolanda. That woman is four months pregnant and does not seem to know the phrase, “Location, location, location.” That cowboy is wearing a ten-gallon hat; the brim is so wide that a truck could drive on it. That man is wearing a banana suit. There is also a gorilla in the pub; that animal and the--wait, why is there a gorilla in the pub? Someone call animal control! Oh, wait…he’s buying drinks? Oh, I see… good for him--we’re two steps away from living on the Planet of the Apes. But I don’t see Charlton Heston. Hmm… [Narrator scratches chin.] Look! Billy Joel is playing the piano! “La la la, dida da; la la, dida da dum…” Their voices ring with the cling of their glasses and bottles, mixing like a sweet cocktail. They don’t know each other, but they’re all drinking, singing, dancing and laughing with each other like good strangers should. This is their Olympus, their joyous, peaceful night… until some b*****d picks a fight with the gorilla and they wind up breaking the front window. But hey, look: Satan’s walking into the bar carrying a tote bag! © 2012 Lucas GrashaReviews
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StatsAuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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