Jimmy Armstrong’s saloon
was really cool
they had some
good beer on tap
they rotate
to keep good variety
It was also a homey pub
in Hell’s Kitchen
and I enjoyed it
some French tourists
came into the bar
I was talking with them
and recommending beers
for them to try
maybe they were subdued
because of their status
as tourists but
they weren’t stereotypes
they were amicable
and shockingly enough
even polite
and I pointed out to them
“I’m half Irish
so we have common ground:
None of us like the British.”
And we all chuckled
It’s always pleasant
to get a good laugh
at someone else’s expense
10-15-95
Sad
Sorry for nightmares. S'been a while. REM sleep is where dreams happen. I do not remember dreams.
~S~
I remember dreams and I'm
I remember dreams and I'm trying to get back in the habit of writing my dreams (and nightmares) down. They have often provided a source for inspiration in my writing.