Poems About Bars: The Whistler (11.01.11)

I only write poetry about bars. This is from a few years ago. I think it's about Mike Reed.

via Food Republic

'The Whistler (11.01.11)'

The fern stood next to the doorman
Who takes a break from his book to check an ID

The drumsticks clacked the rim

                The sax was strangling the bass

                Cocktails

Candlight

                Wood

Leather

                Brick

Curtains

The candle flickered like a Parkinsons’d limb

                His right elbow was dancing

It is only a trick of the light

                It is only a trick of the music