|Closing Time at the Star
Times up, ladies and gents, persons and aliens,
and you can tell hes had enough, again.
Hes repeated these lines with no effect
year upon year; half heartedly trying to find a way
of moving them on, the regulars and the strangers
discovering the late night bar of the Star Hotel.
Hoping, against the experience of his every working day
that one sweet night theyll down their last and go,
quickly and quietly, with due regard for the neighbours.
If a miracle happened, this man knows, deep down,
his world would be out of kilter, off its axis, the Star in orbit.
Hed spend the rest of his life waiting, breath suspended,
empty glass in hand, for it to happen just once more.
So may be its better this way. Time now folks, he calls.
If you've any comment on this poem, Catherine Brennan would be pleased to hear from you.