(March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Crossroads Canteen

Long islands and olive martinis
are the summer night favorites.
Once in awhile, you get the—
“Hey one more round of Guinness this way! ”

I throw a smile over my teal collared shoulder—
I save them up during the day for this very occasion,
then they dropp like twenties on the marble table tops.

Balancing a tray of drinks in one hand,
I whisper to myself, “Steady, Sus, Steady.”
I’m on the control side tonight
—yet life is hardly less fragile.

The bar is the invisible chain link where college meshes real world
and the men and women find themselves teetering the mezzanine,
dissuading the future—armed with shot glasses and beer bottles.

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tactile palpable sensation in this well woven slice. multiple crossroads gathered together with undercurrents of doubt, hope, strength. marvelous work, Sus. -Tailor
Outstanding description! You have done well with the imagery.
you stay away, little girl...just go there! ! ...nalini
The 'Crossroads' motif is brilliantly meshed - personal - college kids - chainlink - and the mythical goddess of the crossroads. A brilliant write. Thanks.
After the short batch, i read u further. After your etudes about alcohol i can only conclude u r perhaps one who enjoys hearing cracklin rose sung by Neil Diamond on the radio. Not a judgment, tho. I catch myself singing it at the top of my lungs when i am alone and feelin it. I hate to self edit. Let someone else figure out where the diamonds are eh?
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