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BAR ROOM IRONY
I sit in Penn Station Bar
waiting out time
for an early AM train
& a drunken off duty cop
is telling me
that Deadheads are cool
and hockey fans
are a pain in the ass
& I politely nod
& agree with him
on every count.
It’s a bit embarrassing
as I just want to quietly
sip my beer and brood
but he puts his arm around me
and breathes toxic fumes
into my face
and I ponder the situation:
My whole reason
for killing time in the bar
was to avoid the insane characters
that typically waltz about
in Penn Station at this crazy hour.
I Date Myself
referencing saddle oxfords and poodle skirts. :D
It's a sign of survival that
It's a sign of survival that you can remember things that are now gone.