BAR STOOL REVELATIONS by Jeff Callaway

BAR STOOL REVELATIONS

strangers
enter the room
and smile
not necessarily
the news of happiness
but none the less a smile.

smiles that pass and fade
the strangers remain
the tame faces of the lame
can not save strange men
who scrawl words in bars
the scars are all they stay
longer than strangers
they stay.

but love for me
it comes and goes
her hair is dark
so dark it shows
something whole
like love me
her fingers are long
so long
they wrap around my heart
but she’s married.

men in ties
walk in with business
on their dry lips
that they hang on the coat rack
at the door
they smile and enter
they order a drink
and still i die and so do they
we all die
and this is good.

two bit thugs
in 3 piece suits
must learn more grammar
i have fallen behind
and i need more grammar
to convey my messages appropriately
as inappropriate as they are
my ramblings will save me
and Jack will drink to that
of course he’ll drink to anything
to us
just us
and all the hookers in Nevada
this booze will serve as the main course
and force the display of my words
liquor and words go
hand in hand.

colorful old gents in bars
are more colorful than they seem.


gorgeous young bartenderette
you holy keeper of the gin
oh, your tonic is inviting
oh, wont you un ass that fat bottle
and liquor me up the pain away
green is your color, and the truth is mine
so let’s skip the wine, stick a fork
in time, this holy time of mine
and rhyme, don’t forget the lime.

(NOTE: PLEASE ADD COMFORTERS TO THE BAR STOOLS, DRUNKS
HAVE ENOUGH DISCOMFORT)

beautiful people
who can strike you
with so much emotion
a mother, a brother, a lover
a friend, someone beautiful
from within, the whole world depends
and revolves to absolve us all
a kiss on the heart
and one on the cheek
to one who is weary
and one who is weak
and not without flaw.

(NOTE: AS MY DRUNK CONTUINES THE DISCOMFORT OF THE
WOODEN BAR STOOL SLOWLY FADES.)