Sitting quietly at a table in a corner bar <br />With his pride tarnished and a heart broken, <br />His mind seems to be gone away very far <br />But he is ready to release his words unspoken... <br /> <br />Covered by cigarette smokes in the air, <br />While a piano is being played in the background, <br />He lifts up his face full of tears... <br />Starting to write words without sounds... <br /> <br />He asks for a soft drink to the barmaid, <br />And concentrated writing a new poem <br />He realizes that for his wound, there's no band-aid <br />Since his life has taken a new form... <br /> <br />Suddenly, a flower girl stops by <br />Asking him to buy some flower <br />He felt like a bird that can no longer fly <br />One with broken wings and no power... <br /> <br />That bird was really me, indeed! <br /> <br /> <br />COPY WRITE©2009<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bohemian-night-life/
