a girl, a bar, a friend, a gin, a city ~
a bit of memory lane
from the book ~ As If the Rain Fell in Ordinary Time, by PD Lyons, 2019
that afternoon she came into the bar
told me she had something to tell me
could I please come outside?
Please.
Sure I said.
I remember a light spring day
maybe even summer
we stood together on the little concrete steps
front door of the bar
I was probably leaning against the railing
most defiantly smoking
she stepped down on the side walk
looking up she said
listen, I just have to tell you…
some other guy she met, really thought he was the one.
I’m so sorry she said but I had to tell you.
I offered to buy her a drink – for old times’ sake
No she said
I’m sorry I made you sad
I’m sure you’ll find someone too.
Good bye
she paused
thanks for being so understanding.
you really are a good man you know.
and left.
I went back in joined my buddy at the bar
I lit a smoke ordered us a round
in those days
we were drinking gin on the rocks with a twist
we were smoking Phillip Morris like the attorney general was a loony tunes
we were betting on the NFL like it owed us a pay check
Anyway before she came in
I had been telling him how I was in a bit of a jam with this young girl
she was so into me
didn’t have the guts to break her heart
and then she comes along and dumps me
Jesus, he said after I told him, that was like some twilight zone episode love story