Many years
ago, I went to
this little
Irish bar.
On Sunday nights,
there was a jazz band.
They played
Monk
Mingus
Coltrane
Miles
and the Duke.
I drank gallons of
bloody marys on
those hot
summer nights.
Dill pickle spears, and
green olives came up
later on those
hungover, dreamless
mornings.
I was young.
I wasted the days,
lying in the sun,
bayonetted by youth.
Copper colored skin,
tin soul.
I would go thousands
of miles, chasing
that train, before I
would be forgiven.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments13
You thought you knew it all and that it would never end.... the 'wisdom' of youth richly portrayed here Thomas.
Thank you, my friend.
Great read,
strong feelings and
message!! 👍
Glad you didn't
wait till it was too late! 😀
To be forgiven...
Thanks for sharing much enjoyed!!!
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Thank you, Thad
Those who have not yet travelled along that road have not yet truly lived .. expertly poemed maestro .. Neville
Thanks, kind sir.
I don't see the waste though you were young and and having fun. Experience helps us understand and grow. A wonderful piece that makes me go back to mine. I used to go to an Irish bar to drown in live Irish music and Budweisers best nights ever. 🌹
Lol. Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Going to those bars in my younger days was part of my life back then Thomas.
Andy
Yes, Thank you.
Good write Tom.
Thanks.
A really good read, a journey we have all suffered a long, such is youth
Thank you.
You are very welcome
It feels as though I have been there And it feels dry. I love when I can feel poetry.
Thank you.
It's really kind of a long and winding road, isn't it; life's journey.
Yes it is. Thanks.
Wonderful job Thomas. “Bayonetted by youth”. Indeed, that one is going to stick with me! 🌹👏 Well done, friend!
Thank you.
You're welcome.
A great write. I could almost hear the jazz music. And love the last lines.
Thank you, brother.
Those Irish bars are in a class of their own. I just travelled back to Dublin in my mind’s eye. Great read Thomas.
Thank you, Cassie.
youth is meant to be enjoyed, so even if some time is wasted, and you make up for this later, i suppose all is forgiven - and a life was well lived
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