Hamar Poems | Examples

The Counselor

The Counselor 

Arriving at a dull inland town called Hamar in Norway,
The hotel didn’t serve food, but there was a stall down 
the road which sold hot-dogs. 
October, already bitterly cold, streets where swept of
life but they where clean ready to receive snow frosty 
wind blowing from the lake of Hades nearby. 
While  eating, squeezed by a coldness I didn’t know 
existed, thought hell is not hot; it is Hamar, but there 
must be a bar somewhere to lift my sprit.
There was, a bar that played jazz music loudly to cover
for lack of skills, but I didn’t mind I was here for a drink
or five and I’m not a musical critic.
Dawn, got up shaved and used mouth water as I was
driving up to a clinic and train to be a counselor helping 
people who had alcohol problems.
Got the job, looked out of the window…snow. No this
was not a job for me, helping rich people getting sober.