poetry

back door man

his voice crackles, cackling
as the drunken jokes get worse
the grizzle-chin fisherman
wobbling next to me
slaps the bar top
his wedding band tap-tapping
well off the music’s beat
eyeing the bottle-blonde barkeep
as he sings along
with Jim the hippie
“Back Door Man”, playing on the jukebox
tho, I doubt
this grizzle-chin fisherman
has ever been
a back door man
back door men
oil the squeaky hinges
those asked to return
balance passion
with compassion
a balance–
not oft understood
or, at least, one might have
a bit of rhythm
still, the golden ring
keeps on tapping
well off beat
and Jim the hippie
keeps on singing
his back
turned
to the crowd


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9 thoughts on “back door man”

    1. Thanks, Steph 🙂 I’m guessing this was a featured post.. Those are random, designed to spotlight some older stuff that gets buried quickly otherwise.

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