Dream Makers Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Dream makers

Through grimy windows I can see
Santa and his elves blowing
bubbles, goblets and vases heat
and rolled up sleeves

Outside, large flakes of snow
dissolve on asphalt.

From the bar next door
red shadows and empty music leaked
out and into the gutter.
Hard smiles, and much wine, nicotine tongues
meet experienced lips.

Behind the bar a baseball bat,
cheap scent and fake rings,
loneliness dances with greed.