At The Neighborhood Bar

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #329

Words:  last, run, bar, fall, sail, case, afford, deep, nudge, puppet, assault, seat

Seated at scratched and scarred
wooden bar in Larry’s Lounge,
two old friends. One, gray-headed
wearing a faded blue ball cap,
the other, balding, 
clad in his
favorite fall shirt 
of forest green.
Raucous noise from a game of pool
in full sail, 
assaults the two, robbing them
of what hearing they retain.

Ball cap nudges his friend
as he speaks. Green shirt nods
his head up and down like a puppet.
Discussing latest case of
gentrification, paused on the brink
of forcing older residents out.
New housing  is not affordable
to these 

Larry runs from one end of the bar
to the other, 
sliding drinks. He stops
to commiserate 
with his oldest
customers. He knows

young people will not flock
to his bar, with its torn, striped
canopy, and neon flashing ‘Lounge’ 
missing the ‘o’. Blued night wears
on. The two friends deep in
melancholia and Maker’s Mark

are surprised when they hear,
‘Okay, last call. Last call.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to At The Neighborhood Bar

  1. oldegg says:

    Neatly told tale of the devaluation of pensioners in these times of greed.


  2. At least the pensioners are happy to call a place their own and all to themselves! The absence of young people is a bonus to any expected raucous behaviour!



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