Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…
– The Sound of Music
Closing time, every new beginning
comes from some other beginning’s end.
– Semisonic
::
she orders a whiskey, neat
(there’s enough that’s on the rocks)
and floats alone on an ebony sky,
a wry smile golden smudge.
the stars don’t budge
(too much is broken)
,
but there’s an unspoken sigh
as Orion belts out the blues.
::
In November, we poem. Happy Day 1, all.
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I love the whiskey starter and the fact that this … “and floats alone on an ebony sky” … makes me imagine her reflection bouncing on a lake in the center of a swim tube.
Oooo. I love that visual!
The whole blues dive bar setting is inviting too — though it could be an outdoor band. I like that one person’s last call could be another’s first drink — that notion of dancing perspectives.
A very long-ago bestie and I used to call those minutes before and after last call “the witching hour.” I liked the idea of the moon dancing by herself after one too many whiskies. Maybe she’s a fangirl waiting for Orion to finally get off work, sans his roadies, to take her elsewhere for one last flirty drink.
And we’re off!!!
Your word-play ability blows me away, always! This one is packed, and full of mood and imagery. WOW!