No Name Stay

Sitting on a bar stool in a well lit night club
I begin to think
Drinking my beer
Watching two likeable people playing a game of pool
I begin to think
Thinking of the woman who played my heart
Like a neurotic percussionists
A friend comes up to me wanting to fight
To be offended
I look at him and smile
Take a swig off my beer and think
It's three in the morning
People are still running about
I'm still in the same bar stool where
I was five hours ago
Fourteenth beer
Still thinking.

by Anthony Granato