Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

1920s bar This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

The evening is alive with color and conversation.
Silver trays bend, tilt, sway with the pulse of the room.
Six o'clock brings with it rhythm and wine.
How can one stand the lack of windows?
Light flickers, simmers, and falls asleep
In the eyes of weary swing dancers.
The bartender mutters in his native tongue
Of the weather back home, and the way the vodka
Is angry as it seeps into the cracks of his hands.
A woman's breath smells of licorice,
And as she saunters, laughing, nostrils twitch behind.
Patience was fleeting when four o'clock had come;
Feet tapped and fingers traced the rims of heavy glasses.
The hours went by with a cheek-tinting haste,
The lonely now find refuge with each chime of the clock.
The evening is alive with color and conversation.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback