Just Another Night On the Town

by Heide McAlister-Bates

You walk through the doors of the flavour-of-the-week style bar,all aubergine walls and caramel faux suede occasional seating and candle-dim mood lighting to encourage you to stay and drink and chat and see and be seen and drink some more until the oh-so-cool bar staff decide they've had enough of acting like they give a shit about you or being there or anything at all so they un-dim the lights and flood the room with brilliant 100-watt clarity and the bloke that was dead fit in the near dark coccoon of late evening and vodka is exposed as the late middle aged accountant-type you've seen on your morning commute picking his nose at the railway station and wiping the results on the Metro that he leaves on the stained seat of the 08:37 TransPennine local to the 7th Circle of Hell that is the dirty little town that he works in and unfortunately so do you'cuz you gotta pay the bills and you always try to get off the train after him because you can sense his eyes boring holes in your backside if he follows you out of the station and it just makes your stomach turn and now he's giving you his mobile number which you absentmindedly key into your phone with a painted-on smile just to be polite and accidentally hit delete instead of save.

I hate it when that happens.


Author's Note: I wrote this for a spoken word event that I'm participating in tonight.

Posted on 05/27/2006
Copyright © 2020 Heide McAlister-Bates

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 05/28/06 at 12:43 AM

Brilliantly written mate, I must admit I hate people staring at my arse too lol. Hope your event went well.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/06 at 02:39 AM

Thanks to the detailed descriptiveness, this plays like the scene from a movie. An Academy Award winner I'd say.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/17/06 at 12:05 PM

I agree with Lori, I would love to hear this poem at a Poetry reading! Well done! Well done! Joe

Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/22/06 at 02:16 PM

it would be so much fun to do a spoken word event. I've read some poetry and prose at open stage nights. I'm actually famous for my letters to Al Pacino which I read aloud in complete embarrasment

Posted by Richard Vince on 03/03/07 at 11:56 PM

that sucked me right in. impressively compelling. i just couldn't stop reading, even though i was almost distracted by wondering whether the TransPennine would be a 158 or one of the new class 185s...

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