Tremors

Trembling he entered the bar with a cheerful smile,

In a dark green suit and a Panama hat.

Sun-dried wrinkles on his face and hands

Dotted with brown liver spots, passage of time.

 

Buttons of his white shirt open to the trunk,

Roman summer at last, a little too scorching for some.

Cherry angiomas glittery red,

Dilated blood vessels showing off his chest.

 

New freckles he never had and not to be

Confused with his only solitary mole,

Stuck on his lower bluish chapped lip

As he shivers struggling to raise his coffee cup,

To the mouth with both hands for just one sip.

 

In silence he dribbles and drools succeeding to gulp

Down the last drop, asking for the check

In a broken deep voice, one that has smoked a cigarette

Too many, scratching his drinker’s nose as he wobbles

To the cashier.

 

Paid and ready to proceed his wallet refuses to fit

Back into his rear pocket.

The frustrating challenge a matter of patience,

To which he inevitably renounces as he surrenders to hold

On to it while he waves his goodbyes to the bartender.

Reviews

[Atama Rakugaki]

Great work Aurora. So visual and active. I can picture this guy and even see him moving. Nailed it.

[aurora kastanias]

Thank you. so glad you took the time to read it and appreciated it!