Poetry: Newlyweds
By Rita Heidtman Jan 2010
Old lonely men hunch shoulders
And hinge their wobbled knees onto bar stools
While crumpling withered faces
Like used newspapers
That are tossed aside
Inside the bars that we distribute in
The tables fill with newlyweds
They toast
As students get crowd rowdy
In another thirsty night
Breaking glasses
And the silence that the lonely ones produce
We watch dumb jock muted sports
On oversized TV screens
Amongst shouted cries of humility
Or a simple sense of idiocy
I get up to leave
Throwing crumpled dollars down
And the bartender asks me for my phone number
So I hold up my un-ringed finger
Lie
And say
"Sorry, I'm married.
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