Those men drink for all they're worth
Dropping dollars as they drop names
Shattering into millions of pieces
Nowhere to go but home.
Smoke fills the room
Lit up cigars and cigarettes
Enveloping everyone around them
As if they were stuck in a fog.
Scantily clad women twirl on the dance floor
Followed soon by men in grey suits.
No one that night will go home
With the same view they came with.
Rags are tossed back and forth
Across already clean counter tops
Bartenders entertaining themselves,
Talking with the normal townsfolk.
Everything seems perfect
Except for one man
Who sits with friends
Wishing to be anywhere but there.
Author notes
A poem I wrote for Survey Workshop class.
A contest entry
- Will you be the one to catch her? by over the rainbow--x.
525 points, ended February 20, 2008, 82 entries
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'Dropping dollars as they drop names'
That one line really stood out to me^^ It was, idk, just summarised the whole piece really well i thought [=
Thanks for entering, good luck in my contest[=
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