Strangers In A Pub
Poem
I walk in and I feel the tension, It’s building. It took forever to go inside. My usual bestie wasn’t there this time. I walk in with my head down, I immediately go to the loo. I make sure I look ok then go back in the lion's den. So many beautiful faces, none of them would ever want me. I sit and order a drink, My regular pint. All of the sudden he passes by. The smell of whiskey and leather Approaches my nostrils, Like...