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For the Road
By Anthony Beal, American poet

Before I pull my coat on
And crawl home to tempered lies,
Pour me one more round to enjoy
In that Greenwich Village corner booth
Where I lost it all.
Fill my lungs once more
With decades-old dust caking books shelved overhead.
Play me one more song, hurt and forsaken,
To paint me blue as yesterday
And work the itch into my spine;
Just one more night piled into that corner booth,
Tangled with you and her and them,
Drinking ourselves weightless in Malbec splashes,
Spilling Rioja-stained secrets against each other's necks,
Smoking ourselves clean between unoaked verses of improvised genius.
Throw me one more midnight 
Spent laughing away ills that in plaguing one of our number,
Have taken us all on without knowing;
A last trip to that court of secret circles,
Where L's smiles were candles,
And the wetness of M's kisses bared all,
And R's tin of snuff tobacco belonged to everyone.
Its peeling walls and Bordeaux-polished bar,
Its vestibule papered with the faces of local artists
Talented on the skins and on their knees,
Are ghosts whose sighs I've missed too long;
Those creaking steps leading down into a Paradise
Lit by shy votives and jukebox neon
And the taste of you in the air
Between my glass and lip.
Conjure me one evening more
To spend sparkling with vintage promise,
One hour more until last call
In that primordial warmth
Where I lost it all,
Smiling through effervescent tears
At what I'd found.
Just one minute more. Please.
Before I depart,
Never to go home again.
Even though I can't stay here.


© 2016 Anthony Beal .  All Rights Reserved.


About Anthony Beal:
Anthony Beal is a food blogger and WSET3 wine scholar. The creator of Food, Wine, and Spirits Blog, FlavorfulWorld.com, he currently resides in the Washington, D.C. area, and is a member in good standing of the American Institute of Wine & Food, the International Wine Guild, the Society of Wine Educators, and the French Wine Society.  Anthony has earned a Cellar Manager certification through the International Wine Guild as well as a Hospitality and Beverage Specialist Certificate from the Society of Wine Educators. When he isn’t cooking and/or eating delicious things, he enjoys traveling, reading, studying Japanese language and culture, and being a devoted husband and father.


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