Rantings, Writings, Poetry, Etc...

Thought Interrupted

Damn you!
Do you look before you speak?
Do you see the pen?
Do you see the notebook?
Do you see me
Sitting IN FRONT of the bar
NOT (I might note)
Standing behind it, ready to answer your question?
"Hey, how do you get food here?"
There are people paid to answer questions like that.
They are generally not huddled over a notebook
With one hand shielding their view from the world.
Did you see that?
DID YOU?
I had a thought. An idea.
For that brief moment it seemed like it was going to be good.
For all I know, it was going to be great.
It would have turned me into the Bukowski of my generation.
Only taller, and with more facial hair, and less drunk.
...And probably not having as much sex.
BUT I'D STILL BE HAVING MORE THAN I'M HAVING NOW
AND YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME!
Where was I?
...No. There's no Budweiser here.
...Yes. The only food they serve is what's on the menu.