
CLOSING THE LAST POOLROOM ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
Two flights down at fourth
And tenth, I enter the warped
Wooden doors, losing
Two flights down at fourth
And tenth, I enter the warped
Wooden doors, losing
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
I step into the favourite part of my day, coffee time! Black, no sugar, wake-me-up sips swirling into my tired mind
In secret, hearts beat as one,
Longing to be together, under the sun.
Will you catch my tears when they fall?
Capture a trapped memory, leaking
She tended to his wounds with gentle care,
A love so strong, yet forbidden to share.
The moon notices a sunflower every day,
watching only the sun.
In the countenance of unlocked winds,
The moth-sustained night withers, and
Chicago, turning from drowsiness,
Across the distance, my heart remains,
Forever tied to yours, through joy and pains.