At The Bar - Poem by Luca Menin
Chatting laughter woman's
Worming foggy windows.
Swooping eyes on counters
Drops of gin stain,
On sticky fingers' stools
Glass are talking mirrors briefing corked air.
Air corked briefing talking glass.
Smiling teethes praying at pink cocktail glasses
Drunk of blond and red colour asses.
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