Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Monday 2 November 2020

Every Crowded Bar


Candle-lit brooches blinds the darkness
Whiskey perfumes the pearled dame
Her thin eyebrows, false lashes, painted red lips, manicured nails
Put pen to pad to pistol
Bourbon shadows suffocate
Every crowded bar
excerpt from
Fedora City
John S. O'Connor
2009

reblogged via Poetryfoundation.org

image
Thomas De Marsay
                                  https://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/10/poetry-noir

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