Saturday, April 8, 2017

AT THE BAR haiku

Look how the barman
carefully tends to his flocks
a benediction.

Again, I was interrupted mid-line. I was Neil's roadie for the night at the Irish Cultural Center gig. As I was wrapping up the mike cords, onstage, looking down, everyone's attention diverted from the stage to the bar, I felt like a voyeur in time watching Jim the barman, dressed in black, such gentle supplication he applied to his flocks. He was very much like a priest. I know it's a bit of a cliche, but the image was so very real.

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