Drinking
Drinking
Remember the evening before the open mic
When we went to that pizza place in the Village
And bought two beers
Wrapped in brown paper bags?
We guzzled as we
Walked city streets
Carrying our precious guitars,
Giggling like misbehaving schoolgirls
And how about that Passover
When I came to visit
And all you had in the house was Manishewitz wine?
The sweetest, most vile concoction!
Still, we drank and laughed
As though it were the finest Bordeaux
You were a Merlot Ho
I was a White Zinfandel aficionado
We enjoyed our bottles
While eating the birthday dinner
You'd made in my honor
Complete with chocolate cake
You read to me from your journal
About your trip to Nepal
Later, we watched Absolutely Fabulous
And I loved hearing you laugh
Whenever drunken Patsy keeled over
Now that you live in Atlanta
I have no more than a couple of beers a year
And a glass of wine is reserved
For special occasions
But whenever you were near
I would drink you in
And you always made me giddy
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009
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