When Strangers Meet
And on the Eighth day, Man created Beer.
#190— dead or alive
And on the Eighth day, Man created Beer.
Everything was graffiti art
I walked in and I started to shart
Because I was in a new city, a new place
Escaping yes, to my own true pace
On the TV the Simpsons played
The room dark with weird characters strayed
A still functional jukebox did play
In this shallow bar as I wanted it to go my way
I sat down and ordered a drink
Didn’t even know what to think
The company was weird; far and few in between
Until suddenly you came in and entered the scene
Remember when we met at the bar?
Underneath the red light not far
From where I stayed with my friend
And you came sitting down on the other end?
I remember how your smile brightened my heart
How your warm embrace felt next to wild art
Your touch was so nice and sweet
I don’t know how I could resist the heat
Your nice eyes and beautiful smile
Shown in the darkness in style
Your long black hair and pretty white lace
Comforted me and put a smile on my face
But all I wanted was to ask away
About your life and how was your day
How the intricacies of yourself as a winner
Ended with where I met you at dinner
All I wanted was to know the depths of your being
Who you were and what you were seeing
What you like and dislike; who you loved
What you cared for, what your beliefs were up above
But how did we happen to meet?
Did God destine us to dance to his beat?
Or did we in our own cruel way
Sought out a place to drift away?
Away into our own deification
Striving for our own transformation
To be who we wanted to be
Control within our own lives, you see
Wanting to get away, away from this earthen slate
Away into the depths of the inner plate
I didn’t know I tried to hide
Away from my heart’s true ride
Loneliness was my companion
My inner pain, too much like a champion
Conquering my weakened heart
Suffering, surrendering as you impart
So as you whispered in my ear
I felt safe and secure I could hear
The laughter of good mirth
But never did we ever go far from this earth
That night in the bar, you went away
As I asked, “When will I see you? On the East Coast bay?”
But you said, “We would but not tonight.”
Downing your drink I asked for your digits in candlelight
You smiled warmly and agreed to this exchange
As you laughed and smiled; never strange
Then when I gave you my phone
You punched in the numbers as you threw me a bone
As I checked the legitimacy
I tried to text you with great literacy
But you were gone as it rang and I sat there a goon
No message just a wrong number, that was your parting tune
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