Pub Poetry

This pen and note-book combo
Is about as out of place
In here tonight as any
Artist's tools could ever be,
The order of these lines and
Careful placing of this ink
At odds with groups hap-hazard
Between tables and the bar,

And yet as I sit writing,
Avoiding parties, dance and smiles,
These words come to me through the noise
And pen meets paper easily.


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