Trisha Romano Poet Dramatic Verse

Sanctuary

That place that wreaks havoc
cigarette boxes lying on the floor
Drowning in angst - your place
call it home, call it sanctuary
Call it whatever -
tell it to the bartender
Who's pouring another 
whiskey in your honor
You're the one that's
on top tonight - lovin' life 
With your ripped denim jeans
and smoke-stained leather 
Pour me another! you say
so you could get back on
The motorcycle to heaven
and never slow down

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Chris Green May 5, 2017 at 8:25 AM I can feel the loneliness and suffering in this. Even if they are the person of the hour at the bar, it doesn't make any difference for even in a crowded club they still feel alone, Nicely done Trisha. Trisha Romano May 5, 2017 at 8:29 AM Thank you very much! Your feedback is greatly appreciated as always.

Skat A November 28, 2015 at 4:10 PM awesome write. SKAT Trisha Romano April 21, 2017 at 1:42 PM Thank you!

Keith Bickerstaffe November 27, 2015 at 8:48 PM One man's idea of sanctuary, cleverly construed. The image of the biker comes through loud and clear! BRAVO Trisha! Best wishes, Keith 7 Keith Bickerstaffe November 27, 2015 at 8:56 PM Whoops! my bad! Thanks for setting me straight. K. Trisha Romano November 27, 2015 at 8:51 PM Thank you very much. But it's not necessarily about a male biker, it can be about a troubled female biker as well.