Ice Cubes – Lent Six

The ice cubes
in the bottom of the glass
have melted Funny
how they do that!
Four ice cubes
Two ounces of bourbon
And once again
half-an-hour later
the ice’s melted
the glass is empty
It’s a mystery!
The old mahogany
of the bar reminds me
of the pews of a church
The lined-up bottles
colorfully reflecting
in the mirror behind it
stained-glass windows
St. Jack kneeling
at his still, praying
The bar-tender
faithful priest that he is
knows how to listen
knows how to serve
carefully He watches
never ever stares
His name’s Jack too Funny
that! Used to be a preacher!
It’s time for another I say He answers
More like time to dry out!
I’ve got a job for you


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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