poetry by j matthew waters

best good time in town

jam packed humbled house
entertains the multitudes
people of all color coming and going
(as they please) commingling
like rain does with dust
stirring pots and mixing drinks
transforming the ordinary into
something never before seen

stepping outside
a jet airliner roars overhead
pointing and shouting ensues
followed by glasses rising high
singing breaking out

nobody dares to think
outside of the moment
nobody dares do anything
except be whoever they care to be
lest tomorrow comes back ‘round

september two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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