Unknown

Unknown

by dan ankers

Hooded man approaches bar

Shadow breaks like waves upon the pavement

Three faces loiter outside, lean on car

The words they utter take no pains to decipher

Apart from leaves and litter wafting by

the streets are a lonely, broken place to die

the angels are aware my name and sorrow

and

yet ignore my words and stifled cries

Hooded man opens bar door

the room inside steaming like an oven

Smiles and laughs abound with one condition

begin and end when drinks procured, imbibed

Then cease without much word when all is finished

a lonely road with no spotlight in sight

When once again the night has come and gone

hope’s

dreamless sleep and day to pass them by

Much less a man than blue jeans and a sweatshirt

A nameless face to match deeds not worth noting

I await my death like a good bottle of beer

much better going down than was worth knowing