Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #411
The Crowd At Nova's
by Belinda Roddie
The crowd at Nova's asked for coconut
rum with their ginger beer, and then red wine
to cleanse the palate. Smoking cigarettes,
the huddled masses spoke of being tired
and poor, yet still, they could scrap enough change
to buy overpriced cocktails at the bar
across the way from their townhouses. Main
courses became crumbs, their white platters scarred,
while desserts disappeared, polished right off
with scotch and bourbon and liqueurs all sweet.
Then, the crowd grew silent, save for a cough
from an old man in the corner, his feet
dangling from his stool. Then ev'ryone laughed
and ordered another pint and a half.
by Belinda Roddie
The crowd at Nova's asked for coconut
rum with their ginger beer, and then red wine
to cleanse the palate. Smoking cigarettes,
the huddled masses spoke of being tired
and poor, yet still, they could scrap enough change
to buy overpriced cocktails at the bar
across the way from their townhouses. Main
courses became crumbs, their white platters scarred,
while desserts disappeared, polished right off
with scotch and bourbon and liqueurs all sweet.
Then, the crowd grew silent, save for a cough
from an old man in the corner, his feet
dangling from his stool. Then ev'ryone laughed
and ordered another pint and a half.
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