Jack Jordan Poet Free verse

It's Always Like This

It’s Always Like This
	
	Empty stool
	in that 
	sleazy bar 
	I go to 
	too often. 
	I leave  
	smelling like
	stale beer
	dead cigarettes
	whiff of vomit
	with anyone
	I don’t know
	from 
	anywhere
	or his name. 
	You were 
	I was
	no different.
	Why even
	imagine what 
	might be possible?
	Four floors 
	eight flights
	top of the 
	stairs
	dirty green walls
	two-burner 
	in the closet
	mattress on the 
	floor 
	a window 
	above the bed.
	Yes, there’s stars 
	but that’s 
	too romantic for
	crazy drunk sex.
	You’re gone
	when we’re done.
	Same old ending.

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Andrea Dietrich July 23, 2013 at 11:55 PM Yes, yours is the version more serious of mine!! thanks for telling me this was here. I really like how you did the theme. Jack Jordan July 24, 2013 at 11:24 AM Thanks, Andrea. I have a problem with being serious, I think. I tell myself to lighten up, but then... Jack

Richard Lamoureux February 3, 2013 at 9:27 AM Very powerful imagery, sad topic. Your words moved me. Jack Jordan July 24, 2013 at 11:23 AM Sad indeed, and much too common, I fear. Most of this is based on the comments of family and friends who are bartenders... Jack