sitting alone…

listening to Johnny Frigo…
shots of whiskey…
women dance so elegantly…
thinking…
did i miss my chance…

hit and miss…
the fat man on the barstool…
surrounded by youth..
bottles rattle…
voices chatter…

i am alone…
awaiting nothing…no-one…
sipping life’s ruins…
slipping past forty-nine…
closing-in…closing in…

listening to Johnny Frigo play violin…
shots of whiskey…
women dance so elegantly…
thinking…
did i miss my chance…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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