The Old Man by the Cafe

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Late in the night
Down by the town bar
An old man drinks brandy
And watches the cars

Sitting outside at an iron table
Under shadow set by electric light
His mind drifts down rivers of liquor
Into the days of youth he might

He tried to hang himself
One day at home
His niece cut him down
And hid the rope on a shelf

The old man is rich
Some people will tell you
But it doesn’t matter
His mind don’t run true





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GothPromKing said...
Oct. 8, 2009 at 8:58 pm
Nice poem. I liked it.
 
messie.egghead said...
Oct. 8, 2009 at 4:49 pm
i loved this.
 
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