Michael Coy Poet Sonnet

Where Nobody Knows Your Name

I crossed from Boston Common to the pub 
on Beacon Street. A barstool, banter, beers 
awaited me, for I was bound for "Cheers", 
the suds-and-suckers landmark of The Hub. 

But this was not remotely as I'd hoped. 
So small and squat and square, and antiseptic! 
A couple from Des Moines, and one dyspeptic 
waitress in the "chow shack", neatly-roped. 

The silence made me feel I'd interloped. 
Six bucks a beer. As I morosely moped, 
the woman I'd come all this way to see 
(so blonde, so buxom, with such perfect skin) 
was far too occupied to lunch with me. 
Facades are only there to draw you in.

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Darren White March 4, 2017 at 11:07 AM "Where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came" I can sing this tune, and although (yeah I know) I am toooo young, I LOVE Cheers. But awwwww, such a disillusion for you, however a wonderful sonnet for us :) Darren White March 5, 2017 at 1:35 AM Oh boy, are you serious? Hah :D Michael Coy March 5, 2017 at 12:25 AM What a way you have with words. I KNEW you'd know "Cheers", even though it's before your time. In fact, before I post a poem, I ask myself, "what will Darren think of this?"