Metaphor in the Village Inn

Metaphor in the Village Inn

 

If your mystery allowed me

A single metaphor tonight

Do you think I’d have

The strength to take it?

.

As you sit at the bar, your face

A portrait framed in the space

Between heads and words

You look up at me and then away

Giving the dark silence of your eyes

To someone else tonight

.

And who cares? With the jukebox

Playing Brown Sugar and somebody

Buying Bloody Marys

A metaphor somehow seems enough

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