_ Poetry Challenge Day 50 (Tue 11/23/21)_
Occasionally you need to hang out
in your local bar.
It’s distracting and noisy.
I’m surprised I can think.
The place is hopping,
Bruce is whaling on the juke.
I sit alone at the bar,
Just how I like it…
Writing this, what, poem?
Listening to the chatter.
I’m not above this,
More like below it really.
When I choose to leave,
No one will notice, or care.
That’s…
Just how I like it today…