The Steel Door
The back of a bar
Garbage cans
Empty kegs
Passed out drunks
And an alley that goes
nowhere
A closed steel door leads to the
stage
I can hear the music as a
band plays
The beautiful sound of Jamaican
Reggae
If I had just a couple
dollars
Maybe I could buy a beer
inside
But my pockets are empty
Not a penny to my name
So I listen through the door
My mind imagines the band
The bar patrons dancing
Glasses of golden paradise
being served
Yet, here I sit
A wooden pallet as my
barstool
A few drops of gin from a
bottle
Dropped by a homeless man who
passed by
That will be my Friday night
And many more Friday nights
to come
At least until I can get a
couple dollars
And I can make it to the
other side of that steel door.
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