Bar Poem...

AT A BAR ON A RAINY AFTERNOON

I sit in a bar

(very Dylan Thomas)

order a Manhattan

sip away time while rain falls over San Francisco,

outside everything is movement

diluting the noise of goodbye,

I sip my memories slowly

study the anatomy of rain

dissecting ripples raindrops make

along the veins of winter

over waterfalls of silence,

ordering a second cocktail

there must be something to this science

loosed upon my wonder,

I think of a poet I know

alone in a divey cafeteria

looking for nourishment

in such spaces he needs food and words

reminders that he was once vital

Dylan Thomas died of drink

Time magazine said,

‘died of undisclosed reasons’

I sit and sip this cocktail

alcohol the only song in me,

San Francisco bar

poet in a cafeteria

Dylan Thomas under earth

all daydreams have their mystery…