Basement Bar
I’m at this basement Bar, and the so-called music’s as loud as thunder
So loud, I can’t even hear, speak, or begin to wonder
My inner and outer eardrums are echoing with the continual pounding
All around the incessant rapp music’s booming and thumping
The annoying repetitive sounds, drumming away inside my head
However, somehow my beating heart is remembering my girl instead
And my attempted idle chats, are overwhelmed by the piercing howling
But who’s listening anyhow, to my drunken words and lecturing
It’s probably the extra ales tonight, and I’m slowly drowning away
Leaning against the bar, elbows entrenched, as if I’m here to stay
Suddenly my barstools vibrating, is it the noise, or am I body shaking
From my old and new nerve ends being frightfully awakened
My soulful tears, with all their leftover fears, again quietly trickling
But there’s no-one to actually notice, within this buzzing cocoon, so resounding
Ivor Steven (c) 2016
Bars can be lonely places for one who is sad or they can be uplifting and fun. I think it depends on one’s mood! Nice piece, Ivor! 🍻 🥂 🍷
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Thank you Eugenia, my bar was far too loud,
For my dream cloud
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I haven’t heard this song in a while, thanks! Tears? Hope it’s better today.
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My pleasure , I’m a Van Morrison fan…
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