FriendBurst Blog

Corner bars,

Where everyone goes to find out who they are,

Or for their moment to be a star.

And here at,

The Cock and Tail,

Oh…the stories we could tell….

Old man Charlie,

Grizzled in grays and white,

Father confessor,

… on many a night,

The ear was free,

But for a price,

Willing to serve a shot,

Of advice,

…or forgiveness.

At the corner stool,

Sat Dave,

Constantly recounting his football days,

Balding now,

With a horseshoe crown,

Still reliving his high school ways,

But the buttons pop on his shirt,

…these days.

And Sue,

Who had the biggest heart,

Very friendly,

And sometimes smart,

But not realizing her youth,

…and cleavage,

Had gone south,

Now hardened,

She has the biggest mouth!

New faces come and go,

Many others you think you know,

And some just seem to blend,

…together,

Or bend into the weathered woodwork.

Put another quarter in the juke box,

…and sit back for the show.

Aged in oaken barrels,

Each sip,

Buying a moment,

…of yesterdays,

Better days,

Forgetfulness,

Or intoxicating hope,

But each bitter sip,

Not so smooth,

…in it’s aftertaste.

Shaken,

…not stirred,

In the blur,

Beneath it’s yellowed shellac,

The bar groans with so many secrets,

…indiscretions,

Regrets,

And the door swings,

Back and forth,

New faces and old,

Stumbling into tomorrow.

©jgard 2009