A drink for the night
Crisp golden ale with some chips
A show, a laugh, yes
Simple moments like this to
Take the mind away once more.
Liked this poem? Read Honeybees Playing or The Rain Falls.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
A drink for the night
Crisp golden ale with some chips
A show, a laugh, yes
Simple moments like this to
Take the mind away once more.
Liked this poem? Read Honeybees Playing or The Rain Falls.