spinnin’ the greatest hits from the barflypoet yesterday and today!
walk, keep walking
i asked how you were doing
i’m just living another day to die
it all becomes so menial after awhile;
the only things that should matter
are the miles between you and
the last town
keeping your face to the sun.
© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars…
my poetry collection ‘A Distilled Spirit: pained prose from a bar,’ is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
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