Friday, April 22, 2011

Frankling David by Witness Hamudi

Franklin David was my favorite
All bartenders knew I was right.
So simple was he though fearsome when sober
For he’ld interrogate you over and over.
He being in the habit of squeezing himself in a distant corner
He seemed disconcerted in the manner of a loner.
But of all the people I knew, ha wasn’t that sort
He only needed one single hot tot
Afterwards he would talk,
Tease and joke,
Until he ordered for another round
And tell me to spare my pound.


lost-in-space said...

felt i was in that bar with him...great piece


i will keep on backtracking on this poem. i really enjoyed it