ain’t written shit
everything, he said, has its way of turning, mr. williams.
how so? I said.
he poured me a drink and
I paid the $5.
you come in here, you see these women, you sit down, you order
and then, he said. and then you leave.
I asked for another drink and he
filled me up. I was on my 3rd
tonight.
for someone that writes a lot, you sure don’t write a lot
when you’re in here, kid. how old are you? 24? 28? he said.
21, I said.
you ain’t written shit then, he said. live a life first.
I swallowed the drink down;
bartender was a 48 old man, divorced twice,
two daughters
and one son; first daughter is pregnant
and only son
hates him for leaving his mother,
second wife.
as i drank my 4th drink,
i had nothing else to say
but agree.
hell, he could pass as one of
these poets these days.
how so? I said.
he poured me a drink and
I paid the $5.
you come in here, you see these women, you sit down, you order
and then, he said. and then you leave.
I asked for another drink and he
filled me up. I was on my 3rd
tonight.
for someone that writes a lot, you sure don’t write a lot
when you’re in here, kid. how old are you? 24? 28? he said.
21, I said.
you ain’t written shit then, he said. live a life first.
I swallowed the drink down;
bartender was a 48 old man, divorced twice,
two daughters
and one son; first daughter is pregnant
and only son
hates him for leaving his mother,
second wife.
as i drank my 4th drink,
i had nothing else to say
but agree.
hell, he could pass as one of
these poets these days.