The Bar Made no Reply
The bar was the third
The keep was the fourth
The woman with no teeth made up the quintet
Until they walked in blossoms of earth
Bringing the leprechaun’s path to gold on their chest
“Who the fuck does he think he is” the paddy enquired
“The state of your one” the patsy replied
Their erections would have stirred on their own accord
With the blue pill consumed for the Sunday night
For the cook out of sight alone with her dreams
The toothless one smiled behind her frown
Remembering the smell of him she once felt
Her heart flew to another town, another life
And left with a smile the quartet would miss
“He’ll catch the clap” the keep informed
The bar creaked no reply
“Children by different men” the other two uttered
I’d pay her money their eyes confirmed
“Two vodkas and red bull” the tattoo one asked
“You what” the three who could talk replied
“There’s none of that in these parts” the keep was sure
“Smirnoff and ice” he conceded, no need to be their fool
“No pint, he’s not a man” patsy was drooling
“No Bra “Paddy was dreaming
“He will have a black one next” the money he counted
The bar creaked no reply
“A shower of oddballs” she smiled
“Weirdos of the highest order” he whispered
The curtains in the window creaked to their exit
Their clothes and dreams shone beneath an accepting sun
with love for each other the quintet was forgotten.
© Francie McGIvney 15.05.15
