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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

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Daver Austin

Date: 1/30/2009 7:05:00 AM

What a loss. I also lost a friend or two to moving away. In all the time we drank together I can't recall anything so low as Manischewitz (spelling?) What a joy to find someone who likes Greek myth. I've had very good reports on the stuff from very good editors....not much response from the soup. Love, daver

John Loving Iii

Date: 1/22/2009 4:56:00 PM

AB FAB! you don't have to drink to enjoy it. they were fabulous. and that sexy blond patsy always a turn on. thanks for the memories. john

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 1/22/2009 2:45:00 PM

Loved the last verse made all the rest of it blanch. Not sure why you are capitalizing the first word of the line? I did for years. No idea why either. I think I would have enjoyed a bit of end of sentence or end of thought punctuation. Again, I have no idea if there are any real rules in regard to this? Luv Debbie

Denis Joe

Date: 1/21/2009 1:02:00 PM

A beautiful narrative. Life affirming. The flow is outstanding and has a feel of walking to it. I could imagine this accompanying a film. The penultimate stanza is great. It could work as a poem in itself. I love the use of language. It suggests that you have a good ear as you group words together in a natural way.