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Posted by jan oskar hansen on August 12, 2017 at 5:15 AM

Grateful

 

 

The club was called the checkers, painted black

and elephant tusk, two middle aged Spaniards stood at the bar

talking to a hard faced barmaid.

The talk was amicable enough, but had an underlying tension,

something about lust and the price of love`s pretence.

Two birds dressed, in yellow feathers came down from the loft

told the Spaniards how much they loved them.

The barmaid asked if I was lonely too.

No thanks, I came here for the beer.

My answer impressed she shut the club for the night.

In the morning I said: I`m sixty today.

she cried a little and gave me a milky coffee.

 

 

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