The Bar
On Friday I went into this dimly lit night time bar
the jukebox was playing the blues by some bygone star.
I wanted to be alone so I sat in a dark corner spot,
nearby a couple were kissing and getting passionate.
The atmosphere was relaxing and I was reflecting on my day,
one drink, then two, and then another went down the same way.
The kissing couple had a break and each smoked a cigarette
they spoke softly of love, and kissed each others neck.
Four young guys came in and sat on high-stools at the bar
they were laughing and joking, without going too far.
Suddenly the whole mood changed as one got offended,
but the others apologised, and said no insult was intended.
The offended guy went to the toilet while his friends got in another round.
Then a stag night party came in, who were pouring the booze down.
Some of the party were slightly drunk and a little worse for wear,
but then they became loud and rowdy, and some began to swear.
The man who went to the toilet returned and tried to sit back down,
but one of the drunken party was on his stool and acted like a clown.
The clown was asked to move, in a gentlemanly polite kind of way,
but he wasn’t moving an inch, tomorrow was his wedding day.
Eventually, pushing and shoving managed to get him off the stool
and he ended up on the floor, as clowns do, as a rule.
The clown’s friends rallied around and began poking the other man,
and then his friends joined in, and more shouting, and pushing began.
The manager of the bar ordered them all to leave the place,
and told them their behaviour was an absolute disgrace.
Outside the arguing continued, and punches were thrown,
the clown and his friends weren’t going to leave this matter alone.
The kissing couple also left with their arms lovingly interlocked,
they became caught up in the affray with the man getting socked.
The clown’s friend pulled a knife, and the woman fell to the ground,
she lay in a pool of blood, as the shocked crowd circled around.
A police van arrived and took everyone including me,
all night I was detained along with the clown’s stag party.
As a witness I saw everything from the beginning to the end,
and I’m so glad that I wasn’t there on a date, with my lady friend.
poem by Orlando Belo
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