Bar Flies and Spider Web Ice Cubes

Bar Flies and Spider Web Ice Cubes

 

 

 

through the cigarette smoke

and the jazz notes

 

her creamy white complexion

glowed in harmony

with the sax's sad soft inflection

 

I had a chaser, with my beer

her smile struck my ear

blunting the sounds

 

as reflection moved its fingers

over brass interrogation

her name and number on a matchbook

 

then covers drawn for a night

over the two of us,

my toes still tapping

and my imagination

still rapping

with hopes she would 

be my dream ‘till

at least that last drink

had worn off.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/30/22

Reviews

[Earthrise]

Ah, smoky, jazzy romance. You paint a vivid picture here, and I love the casual rhymes that accompany it. Very nice piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Earthrise...for your encouraging review,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

One night stands. One night lays. One night lies. So common among the spider ice and bar flies. I enjoyed every word. Great stuff J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Fabian,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I met a gin-soaked bar room queen in Memphis. Channeling your inner Mick Jagger, I see, J. I liked this, and I like the way you calmed the rhymes with enjambment. This is really good.
W.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Winston,
j.

[Dara]

I picture you sitting at the bar drinking in the sights and sounds. Your words perfectly describe the scene. I can almost smell the smoke and hear the harmonic notes of the saxophone. My question is, did she turn out to be real or visit you in your dreams? ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Dara, and you know what?
As to your question, I am still trying to figure that out!
j.

[Dara]

:-D That last drink must have been a doozy.