while waiting for youA Poem by A.T.B.The bartender leaning on the counter slowly stands up. He stretches his arms Trying to touch the ceiling, arches his back. His movements spontaneous, in synch with the lingering jazz tempo played by the band. The peaceful blue countertop is accentuated by the candles burning in red candle holders. Candle flames lazily waving hello ………………………………………………………………………goodbye. An Amstel beer standing on a napkin courting a Cosmopolitan. The shadows of a lonely glass of red wine and a pack of Marlboro unwittingly sway to the relentlessly enticing Latin jazz tempo that blows and blows and blows … like a god intermittent breaths of life into souls dying as the delving night expires. “Hello,” she says. “Sorry! I’m late.” © 2010 A.T.B.Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 5, 2010 Last Updated on April 16, 2010 AuthorA.T.B.http://cabalamuse.wordpress.comAboutI am neither fish, fowl, nor good red herring (from ASK THE DUST by John Fante.) I'm the author of writings that are yet to be understood. Soon, the world will catch on. more..Writing
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