The Bar Poem by Gerry Legister

You will see me stopping here
To watch this bar fill up with laughter
Between the darkest evening of the year
And the dusty light that has drawn us near.

You must think my accent is strange
Mumbling sounds in a downy lake
With effectual ease and hoary winding age
For a stranger to ask if there is some mistake.

Although your acquaintance is lovely
This red street is dangerously dark and deep
And I have far to go before I sleep in the ally
Where fear, is the only other sound to weep.

At the collects bar, the tourist ask
Whose drinks are these I did not know?
I could only see the glow in the glasses
filled up with deadly ice-cold snow.

The moment finally came after living hard
with poise and strength, and gritted teeth,
In all the dangers you have survived
breathless bodies plated in the heat.

Blood on the bar appears to most as sauve
The center of activity to be loved and hate
With dark clouds and lights lowered above
Red ground, saddest verge feels the weight.