A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

happy thanksgiving/columbus day to whoever celebrates it

*raises a glass to y'all*
 
*looks behind the bar for the Delord - finds a bottle, wipes off the dust, checks the vintage*

nice :cool:
 
*kneels down by the fire, gets out the bag of chestnuts ready for roasting*

open fires make me happy. yes they do.
 
*kneels down by the fire, gets out the bag of chestnuts ready for roasting*

open fires make me happy. yes they do.
..
Butters' Hearth

build a bonfire of words
burning hot against the night
racing embers rush to the sky
fresh born spawn, ascending to the dark sea
..
it's so hard to find good chestnuts anymore
toast a couple, pour the Delord
lean back into my arms
stare like savages at magic fire
drink, dream, conspire
 
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*wanders in with a bit of a yawn, and stretches out on one of the couches after getting himself a screwdriver*

Ugh...some nights feel like days instead of hours...nice to just unwind a bit before going to nap for a while...
 
*Walks in, smiles at Remec stretched out on couch, snoring. places a napkin under weeping glass. starts a pot of coffee., leaves a few slightly green bananas on the bar for Tess (they'll ripen nicely) The two o'clock express shrieks through the station without stopping*
 
wonders if I should tell them the truth about the piano and if I did would they run away or ....... ? It was once in a Bistro but perhaps I should keep quiet about the rest although there are still some here that know the truth
 
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wonders if I should tell them the truth about the piano and if I did would they run away or ....... ? It was once in a Bistro but perhaps I should keep quiet about the rest although there are still some here that know the truth
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is that the reason middle c is broken?
 
wonders if I should tell them the truth about the piano and if I did would they run away or ....... ? It was once in a Bistro but perhaps I should keep quiet about the rest although there are still some here that know the truth

Have you forgotten the penalty for divulging that truth??? :eek:
 
wonders if I should tell them the truth about the piano and if I did would they run away or ....... ? It was once in a Bistro but perhaps I should keep quiet about the rest although there are still some here that know the truth
an enigmatic history....

maybe i prefer to wonder :cool:

anyone here play? middle 'c' aside.
 
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no, but if I had two hands and a fiddle I could play
..one hour later and still misspelled*
pas de deux
fiddle :cool:
as a kid i took violin lessons in school. pity the parents :rolleyes:
i met an american poet, once, in london, who played violin and toured the world. a gentle gay man, a lovely writer. we shared bacon rolls and tea at St Katherine's Dock one spring.

ballet is beautiful to watch, well, at least a lot is. they make such wonderful shapes with their bodies. i wish gymnasts were as balletic as they used to be.

Only chopsticks



Again? Wasn't that the night of Smitty and the oil?
*mimes playing chopsticks as learned on the old joanna indoors as a nipper* :D
 
*Looks inside piano n laughs, comes back with a lizard*
Lunch, Byron, i'll put a drop of Guinness in there later to wash m doon.
 
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