The Crowd -poem 1
It’s Wednesday night at Lucky’s Sports Tavern, which means
$5 liquor pitchers. My eyes trail through the endless, wall to wall
Crowd as the Lucky’s Lemonade blankets my brain with a drowsy
Fog. My gaze is fastened to the sea of heels, halter tops, tight skirts,
And the testosterone stares attached to them.
Suddenly I’m winding my way through the crowd, stumbling
Through the masses to my destination: the jukebox.
I push through my inebriated haze and select a song before returning
To my friends. The music begins to fill the room and there is a pause when everyone hears,
“I threw a wish in the well; don’t ask me I’ll never tell…”
And then the bar erupts.
Suddenly the frat boys and the swim team girls, the broadcast kids and the
Weather geeks are one. Lucky’s explodes with one phrase: “HEY, I JUST MET YOU,
AND THIS IS CRAZY, BUT HERE’S MY NUMBER, SO CALL ME MAYBE!”
And now we’re not college students, but one entity who can do nothing but
Sacrifice everything to make sure every word of this song is as loud as possible.
And as every girl in the bar jumps and sways to the music, I know
That there are days where every girl here thinks “I’d trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss”. And sometimes on nights like tonight
When a summer breeze teases us outside, we meet that guy
With the Cleveland baseball cap but the jukebox and yearn to say,
“Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so
Call me maybe”.