Poem -
Hot Day
He smokes a cigarette
outside the restaurant
under a canopy
on the cobble stone street of Vienna
caressing a glass of red wine
uneasy with his weight;
wasting some time
wiping his head with a red bandana
it's fucking hot day for a place like this
when you're sitting alone with the pigeons;
looking for food on the ground
with so many people in motion;
maybe a million strong
and a cool breeze is a welcome feast
rolling down the incline
in the lobby of the adjacent hotel
the man barks at his woman
the people walk past
shooting curious glances
but they all move too fast to be noticed
and my beer is calling for my lips
it's fucking hot day for a place like this
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cheers mark, appreciate the comment my friend
hey drunkenwolf, got your message and messaged you back, thanks for saying that...this one I kinda remember....Vienna was very hot that day and they had some festival going on, the promanade was full with people, no cars hardly....there were middle aged ladies on skate boards going to work or where ever, bicycles....the beer wasn't bad, maybe a bit dry and bitter but pretty good....I was alone that day and wanted the city to speak to me....a cool wind came down the road while I was sitting having a few pops, I remembered this argument in the hotel lobby the day before, fragmented things; facial expressions of people looking from the side walk a man sitting alone drinking a bottle of red wine, sitting nervous like he was about to get shot or something lol....weird stuff....cool comment man, enjoyed