Jackson, Dewey, and myself meet in the hotel bar

to talk about the events of the last few months.

 




Ch 12: Reunion

 

We meet in the bar

of the Public Hotel in the city.

They both look like hell.

 

The place is ridiculous, hipsters

oozing out of the woodwork, ordering drinks

I've never heard of, which dates me.

 

Dewey limps, Jackson has a mustache

and long hair, something about 

blending in with the underbelly of the drug world.

 

I'm inclined to tell him that 'staches 

went out with Tony Orlando. But I don't.

It's good to see them.

 

The next three hours are drunker and drunker,

stories are related, fodder for restless fingers.

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-06 at 14:25

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. I'm not sure what's going on. Is it just a reunion, or is it a meeting with another purpose? In the end, it's an evening of drunken carousing. Such evenings create, and sustain, strong bonds.
2017-05-09


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep. Dank and rank bar with old friends who've changed to almost strangers. Spending the day looking for yesterday through the end of a bottle. Familiar territory. You captured that very well, jim
2017-05-07



Reunions are often disappointing. In the end, sometimes the reasons for the friendship are still there, but too often the friends have grown apart, the interests are different, but that bond of child friendship seems to hang on. The feelings of the memories are good, and it's good to see them. :) Good poem.
2017-05-06