Tonight's Poet Corner: Lonely Ginger

Lonely Ginger
by Belinda Roddie

Lonely Ginger drank gin
all by her lonesome
in the Lonely Hearts Bar
on the loneliest street in town.

The juniper reminded her
of baseball games in the middle
of the street, and stolen kisses
from a childhood friend under
the shade of sequoias.

She could only hope
that said friend would arrive
on time, just like they promised.
But given how the elixir
in her glass was disappearing,
her own lonely heart had doubts.