Monday, August 23, 2010

The Coast
Two A.M.
A last bar nearly closed
Outside a woman sits, head in her hands
Softly she says:
My boy is on the coast,
lost to drugs,

I turn away to lock the bar doors

1 comment:

Systematic Weasel said...

Wonderfully written, SC (if you don't mind, I noticed you mentioned that as your nickname on my blog). You've got a nice, powerful piece here! =) Welcome to Poets United!

-Weasel