Two Guys in a Bar

I glance at him. He's in a suit.
I'm not. I'm wearing dirty
Shorts, and thinking he's an
Easy target: pinched and
Soulless businessman,
Who, I would guess, has
Suffered setbacks, hence
His presence in this bar.
So, does he differ much
From me? I came here
After setbacks, too,
Morose and, surely,
Soulless. He has turned,
And, now, he looks my
Way with haunted eyes.
He's not a target. I lift
Up my glass to him.
He smiles, raises his.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-14 at 12:53

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