soul at the bar

<p>(from my collection 'Scotch and Scars')</p> <p><br></p> <p>'soul at the bar'</p> <p><br></p> <p>he mutters and hides beneath&nbsp;</p> <p>that old chevy hat of his</p> <p>i figure it’s the only true comfort&nbsp;</p> <p>he’s got left</p> <p>judging the way life has imploded his face</p> <p>he drinks bud</p> <p>pisses politics in the stall</p> <p>his marriage emptied in the shot glasses&nbsp;</p> <p>turned upside down before him</p> <p>he mutters and draws his face in like a turtle</p> <p>but life has left no hard shell</p> <p>to protect him;</p> <p>just his chevy hat</p> <p>and every ounce of sorrow&nbsp;</p> <p>americana has to offer.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p>