Ox Bar


Sitting in a dark, damp, seedy bar

all the regulars were coming in

i was in the last booth with

my back to the wall.

i was trying to read a book

bar maid ask me if it was the boring

in here.

everyone drinking rut gut beer and whiskey.

The name of the game was hustle

everyone chasing jason

the boys were shooting pool

at 5 dollars a game.

Others playing penny anne poker

others stepping out side

hitting a bunt or a rock.

the hookers and whore were tricking

at 20 dollars a shot.

in a alley in a car a empty building or

the rest rooms.

everyone has their price

some even shoting dice

std, herpes crabs, even head lice.

everyone packing heat.

sleeping in weeds, underbridges

winter spring summer or fall

carrying every thing we own

on our backs.

street life

everyone gotta chase jason

and he can,t be cot.

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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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2 Responses to Ox Bar

  1. arjun bagga says:

    The buzz, in the bar, in the dark of the alleys, wasted in mindless celebration. Love the poem!

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