The night I left, the band was playing
Billy Joel, and Jazz guitar.
Your art was scattered around the room.
Your welcome voice, the sound of drums,
And rock and roll covers.
Glasses clinking amid dangling wires,
Acrobats hanging from the roof,
In the trees, always watching.
The bar was closed,
But we hung around
The Pinocchio dolls, murals
All red and purple.
And we could hear the cars go by ‘till 5 AM.
Our throats were raw from camels, conversing.
And now the band is gone, the doors have closed,
But even if the acrobats have met their ends
They live on in our minds,
Swinging from the roof,
With the Pinocchio dolls.
One of the first poems I wrote upon deciding to commit to poetry :)