Really, Tom should know better:
and I suspect he does, gentlemen.
Welcome to my humble club,
leave your excuses
with the hat-Czech girl.
Indeed? I thought you all knew,
and so, perhaps, you should, beloved.
Master of Ceremonies,
I list your foibles
that bring you safe here.
Surely you saw the address
on the matchbook: Heartattack and
Vine? "Lucifers" : the name for
old fashioned matches,
don't you just love that?
Really! I know it's stuffy,
and yes, maybe a little hotter
around the fireplaces,
but keep your clothes on,
you're no innocents.
Truly, it's an injustice -
for I never touch the demon drink;
nor does the Almighty
who keeps his belief,
though yours is long gone.
Rally now, at the final
and disjointed trumpet call!
Downtown, with margaritas,
you can watch Judgement
Day: I'll keep the score.
Comments
Nicola6 | May 13, 2009 - 13:15
Love your subterranean type club and the fabulously named hat-Czech girl!
chuck | May 13, 2009 - 13:58
Save me a good table.
SundaysChild | May 13, 2009 - 15:30
Interesting work.
Mangone | May 13, 2009 - 20:35
Very interesting poem, Ewan.
I'm with Bosch it's a frozen Hell.
Looked for a pic but found this and thought it fitted your poem better.
http://www.vincesear.com/scariest-paintings-hell/
Ewan | May 14, 2009 - 06:04
The Garden of Earthly Delights was on the staircase outside the Art Room at my boarding school... hmm... such things are best left unsaid. I have since seen the real thing. Yes, it's very scary.
SteveM | May 14, 2009 - 17:57
Nice one Ewan, and I thought 'hat-Czech girl!' was marvellous too. Living in Southampton where there has been an influx of 20,000 people from Eastern Europe recently that play on words really means something. Thanks for the Jasper Carrot prompt.
Steve
artisus | May 18, 2009 - 11:41
I detest Tom Waits. But it's very well written your poem that is. Good work, yep.
Ewan | May 18, 2009 - 11:46
It would be a dull old world if we all shared the same tastes, and no mistake. As Sacher-Masoch might have said. :-)