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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