The Bar 66

The bar was empty
I pulled up a stool
The barmaid came near
Beer please
Hours later i felt so alive
King of the world
The bar was still empty

by James Clive

Comments (2)

fab poem! So simple yet so witty.
That's a good one James. Sometimes poems aren't suppose to solve the worlds problems...Sometimes a simple smile is enough. The Bar 66... I think I've been there.