Barfly (Dedicated to the guy on the 2nd stool from the left as you walk into Crawdaddy's in West Chester, PA)
Grainy oak barrel faced, and
Here
more hours a week than the staff
Has his ringed fist form fitting into the octagon
of the base of his glass
I am reminded that the Grand Canyon was carved by slow flowing liquid and unforgiving time
Someone could hang a dialysis bag full of whatever-shelf bourbon
and cigarette butts above the drying rack
and drip it into this man to save him from ordering with words
and stepping outside
His conversation is a bear trap for attention
There are gnaw marks on the rail
Through his milkview and bloodshot everyone here is a tourist
He knows he is loud when the crowd doesn't seem noisy anymore
A crust of bar barnacle
That everyone is too polite to scrape out the front door
Through the fish eye lens of faith I envision
that each man's a shifty bloated reflection of a perfect God
So this one is
Allah the watchful
Allah the eternal
Allah the all knowing
Oh this one knows
everything
Ugly as a gargoyle, as weatherbeaten,
Winged barfly - stationary
Ignored by all with common sense
And how many angels will juke box dance on the head of a pin
fifteen minutes to closing time for I?