GREEN EYES

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Irish music played
Alcohol, sweet, powerful
My body jaded..mind screwed
My heart left on a bus
Like a forgotten carrier bag
By an overworked mother.

Green eyes from the next table
Fifteen years my junior
Holding a thin booklet
I recognised as mine.

Body jaded, my mind screwed
But still a man
So I will  skip the details
As she bored me with theory.

Not realising poetrys pain
So I smiled politely next morning
Not wanting to offend
No thanks to coffee, sweet tea please.

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