12 Aspirins and a bottle of scotch

12 Aspirins and a bottle of scotch

A Poem by Luke Ritta
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A poem about a cool bar.

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 12 Aspirins and a bottle of scotch.

 

 

Torrents of whisky wash away the flavour of nicotine.

Smoke hangs in the air, men drink at a rum soaked bar.

The floor glows like liquid silver from spilt beer.

A match is lit, the flame moves like mercury.

Charlie Parker and Louis Armstrong play jazz throughout the bar.

 

A mature woman drinks an elegant martini, she plays with the

green olives as her blond hair dances to the groove.

A man in the corner chews on a cocktail stick, the aroma of sweet

perfume and musky cologne lingers in the air.

A saxophone is played in the toilet.

Drums beat to the beatniks.

A man in a purple hat flips a coin.

 

Heads or tails?

Heads or tails?

 

Shots of gin are swallowed, rivers of Smoky bourbon flow,

men with goatees and women with custard coloured berets kiss and flirt.

The cool dames and the crazy cats swing all night long.

Sitting in an old brown leather chair

Tom waits writes another

cool jazz song.

 

© 2011 Luke Ritta


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This screams 'speakeasy'. Upon reading this I saw the 1920's, not entirely sure if that was your intent or not, but from the way its written, that is what I imagined.

Shots of gin are swallowed, rivers of Smoky bourbon flow,
men with goatees and women with custard coloured berets kiss and flirt.
The cool dames and the crazy cats swing all night long.

Also has a feel of the south to it, New Orleans...
I really love the 'custard coloured berets' impeccable imagery here.

Bravo, my friend. wonderfully penned



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Great imagery. You draw the reader into the scene to the point I could imagine almost every detail of the bar. Brilliant write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This screams 'speakeasy'. Upon reading this I saw the 1920's, not entirely sure if that was your intent or not, but from the way its written, that is what I imagined.

Shots of gin are swallowed, rivers of Smoky bourbon flow,
men with goatees and women with custard coloured berets kiss and flirt.
The cool dames and the crazy cats swing all night long.

Also has a feel of the south to it, New Orleans...
I really love the 'custard coloured berets' impeccable imagery here.

Bravo, my friend. wonderfully penned



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

amazing! took my breathe away!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I f*****g loved this one. Jazz, booze, recycled, nicotine-stangled air, an alluring woman...the setting is just...alive. I think that's the best word I could use to describe this piece. Pat yourself on the back, good sir.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And this was before your trip to Maroc? wow... :D stunning! For me a perfect Jazzy night out described by your quill! ♫ lovely as always! Luke you're such a good poet! :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this. I enjoyed how you took all the different things that are happening and turned into a synchronized something. I also love how it almost seems like a train-of-though, especially the "Head or Tails? Head or Tails?" part. I find the subtle, warm, ambiance is definitely a great play on that light-airy feeling one gets (or at least I usually do after a few), after a bottle of scotch. The title works very well with the piece too! Also, I love jazz and I could hear it in my head while I read this so it helps :]. Great job!

~Adora
xo

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I could visualize this so well..was a delight to read ! wonderful :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i am left slouching in my chair looking into your world on this glowing screen. this is a pixel in the television screen of life, helping to build life. Christ, this is such a palpable scene.
thank you for the viewing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Tom is a poet and a prophet.

I dug this one, too.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I cant really picture myself sitting in this scene. Great description and attention to detail.

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Luke Ritta
Luke Ritta

London, United Kingdom



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Hi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..

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