I remember bartending to this...


Good discriptive write... (((kc)))

thanks stef

just an exercise

exercise?

yeah stef i was given one line

"everyone knows its last call"
sorry this is what i came up with
i know its long but, you should see the other version

thanks mom
can’t stay online tonight
the most violent thunderstorms i have ever seen
tornado ¼ mile from my house
tennis ball size hail
round 3 on its way

wow!!
crazy day with all that is going on here too

Stay safe (((KC))) !!!

((( kc )))))

Hope all is well,, heard the news,, Huge storms,, My love to you I send

Wow talking about bringing memories back for sure many years ago I bartended in a 50's -60's club for almost 8 years and a few others places. What memories it does bring back from the customers that came in you finally got to know them and there life stories some were sad and some were good. Thanks for the write Kc really enjoyed it.

excellent ty

Wow, this took my breath away and held me stead fast glued to every word, just last night I went out and had two beers that's all it takes now a days to get me drunk, and I was at that...easy to be taken advantage of at that point of the game.
Especially after all I've been going through, and feeling guite alone in this big old world, but the person whom has opened his home to me, treated me like a lady, and was a perfect gentleman, and I so felt high on the respect arena today, with no regrets..

Times are looking up, and the avenue of friends are starting to change to the most healthly ones, ones that won't lead me astray.

(((((KC)))))Please be safe in your area, the tornado, made me scared for you. Oh My!!!

your writing, it so beyond words I can't even fantom what to say but simple wonderful, visual, and damn it your so good!!!!

Hugs always

your friend

Noden

Dim, flame-shaped lights reflect off the brass trimmed bar
Liquor filled crystal standing stoic on the shelf; ready to give of their contents
The kind of courage promoting and inhibition shrinking liquid served up
one shot at a time
Smoke and mirrors suffocate lungs and dreams
Beings just being
Entranced by what's most hard to define
Life on the adult playground
Waiting for that blues poet to uphold to the atmosphere that's not
in the scene tonight
To expect is to be let down. Being numb to the feelings temporarily pleases ones soul yet, seldom satisfies
It’s just another Saturday night anytown U.S.A.

On the make shift stage,
the wanna be poet lashes out his poorly written verses
Nobody seems to mind which in an odd way convinces the band that they are destined for stardom
but, the truth is their fame barley reaches outside of the small circle of friends and a few women in town that hang around mostly for the free drugs
They play here every weekend butchering the same cover tunes and introducing originals to an audience that doesn’t listen and can’t wait for the next break
Arrogance is a blinding attribute

At the far left of the bar you will find Susan.
Sipping her White Russian and smoking her ultra light ultra feminine time killers
She is good at heart but, lets everyone with the strength to push open the door to this cave of depression take advantage of her
Hoping one day he will walk back in and make good on all the promises of their once well intended vows
John has been long removed from that contract
His wife of seven years and their three beautiful daughters carry the soul of his attention
Still, every Saturday
on the last stool to the left,
she waits...

Barb pours a good drink
At twenty seven and twice a mother she understands the connection between a couple of stiff ones and a good tip
Her long red hair and that bright Irish smile tend to make one forget just how many he has had
Her playful manner has lead to more than a few fantasies around here but, she is a mother first and a good one
We all look out for
Not that see needs it
She will make it home about three am
Get her three hours sleep, cook breakfast in the pans given to her by Susan and drive her kids to school in the twenty year old Dodge Bill somehow keeps running for her
The four hour shift at the quick mart starts at eight, and then it’s off to get another three hour sleep before picking the kids up from school
She won’t have to be back at the cave until nine, plenty of time for homework
I bet she wears that short leopard print skirt again
Her youngest has a birthday next weekend

Bill orders one last drink
Pushes himself from the bar and heads to the men’s room
Carefully avoiding the tiny parquet seldom used excuse for a dance floor
He can’t bare the thought of stepping onto it since Jan lost her fight with cancer
Thirty five years together, countless shuffles of feet and countless Saturday nights on that dreadful little floor

Barb reaches behind the bar and raises the lights
The smoke more visible now the souls more transparent
Everyone knows its last call
To some this means one last desperate line or foolish gesture in the hopes of not having to go home alone
God forbid one should have to wake in the morning and not have anything to regret
To let another Saturday go by without the meaningless sexcapades of a hormone driven alcohol induced night of carnal dysfunction would be a shame

The guys at the pool tables race to start another game
Thinking they could squeeze out one more buck or two from a quick victory or at least stall long enough to get a couple more drinks down

Bill finishes his jack & coke
The walk across the street to his garage he has made many times
The hospital and the church are both just steps away, these steps forever linked together in his mind…it was an awful long fight
Tomorrow at the service he will be wearing these same cloths and smelling of cheap whiskey
Afterwards he will return home for the first time in two weeks where he will be truly alone and face life without her in the light of day...

The rain and cold outside slows the exit of some
Susan, Barb and I are going to meet for breakfast as we often do
I will make sure they each make it home while biting my tongue when it is time to say goodbye to Barb, just like always
A hug and kiss on the cheek are waiting for me I know, she always does that
And next Saturday I will take my usual place at the bar and think long and hard about professing my love for her right about the time her hand reaches for the dimmer switch and she says...
Last call