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poetry by j matthew waters

happy hour

I felt like stepping out
but didn’t want to drink alone
so I texted Tommy to give me a call
but my phone lay silent

goddamn son-of-a-bitch

I powered up my new HDTV
but nothing was on
so I turned it off
and checked my phone again

nada – nothing – zip

I paged through my contacts
and speed dialed Randy
then Billy and then Reggie G
but nobody picked up

I walked into the kitchen
and opened the refrigerator
but I had forgotten to replace
the lamp and couldn’t see shit
but I reached in anyway

june two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged alone, beer, depression, drinking, friends, happy hour, loneliness, poem, Poetry

10 thoughts on “happy hour”

Spector Gant (@spectorgant) on June 29, 2013 at 11:11 am said:

goddamn son-of-a-bitch!

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- j matthew waters on June 29, 2013 at 1:10 pm said:
  
  Yeah me and George Thorogood!
  
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Steve on June 29, 2013 at 4:19 pm said:

Cool – who needs ’em anyway !! 😉

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- j matthew waters on June 29, 2013 at 4:21 pm said:
  
  haha – you got that right Steve!
  
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frenzyofflies on July 3, 2013 at 5:36 am said:

Loved this one! 🙂

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- j matthew waters on July 3, 2013 at 7:11 am said:
  
  Thanks, Greg, so glad you did! 😀
  
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  - frenzyofflies on July 3, 2013 at 7:12 am said:
    
    No problem, it really struck a chord 🙂
Pleasant Street on September 1, 2016 at 6:05 pm said:

Today felt like this

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- j matthew waters on September 1, 2016 at 7:05 pm said:
  
  oh my haven’t visited this poem probably since writing it…I hope you get to feeling not so lonely sooner than later
  
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  - Pleasant Street on September 1, 2016 at 7:49 pm said:
    
    Thank you…the evening looks promising

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