NO BETTER PLACE TO BE

Folder: 
AMERICAN ZEN KOANS

 

 

It’s Tuesday afternoon

we should

probably have jobs

we should

probably have better things to do

and yet here we sit

 

A loud belch

from across the bar

recalls a shot of cheap whiskey

and another bottle of beer

is placed in front of me

 

Freddie Mercury is singing,

“Fat Bottomed Girls”

on an old fashion jukebox

I realize that I really

have no better place to be

 

a bum I might otherwise

look down upon

throws a kernel of popcorn at me

to keep me from nodding off

 

A guy wearing too much cheap cologne

occupies the stool next to me

I have to face away

as the fragrance of cheap booze

is more palpable

 

I down a shot of tequila

and reminisce about a girl

that I used to know

oh so many years ago

Somehow,

that all got messed up

 

My beer is 3 quarters full

and depressingly, sadly

I really don’t have

any better place to be

 

 

View georgeschaefer's Full Portfolio