LightHouse
10/17/99

Napkin #1:

Just got paid
never get laid
four girls at the bar
they just walked in
I sit drinking Mexican Coffee.

No Einstiens this time
need to let Einstiens ferment
a little bit.

Back to the original
haunt the real place,
the classic Lighthouse.

Claudia still works here
only a few days on the weekend - she
works as an administrative assistant during the week.

Stephanie - new boob job and all
is being promoted
will be behind the bar starting Wednesday
Forgot how much I Love the Lighthouse!

Napkin #2:

Wish more wrote bar poetry
then I wouldn't be noticed
really = I'm not really noticed
now.

A lost boat with
a sail that rotates
randomly and the wind
decides movement torwards unforeseen
destination. Those four girls just
returned to the bar after meeting in
the ladies room for the  last 15 minutes.

Napkin #3:

God bless Advil.
These women dressed to kill.
What does "dressed to the nines"
mean? One of those bothersome
phrases that sound so hurtful
to the ear. They're kinda
like these Bad Drunken Bar
Poems that must resonate
fairly disagreeably through
the minds of the few of
you whom will ever read
them. A couple is fighting
right in front of me -
then there's Carrie.
I might be alone
but at least I am
not trapped in a fight
with a love
in public.
Thank you for these bad Poems Lighthouse.

Napkin #4:

reserved

Napkin #5:

Want to know why they
think I'm a doctor when I
go out -
or go to the grocery store?
Because my initials are
DR = David Ross =
a constant reminder of the status
I didn't achieve.

I took four Advil tonight
to avoid tomorrow's headache.
This is the first Sunday
that has proceeded a day
off in a long time.

Very uneventful so far
but the Bad Poetry is
flowing and now the
band starts - "Classic Rock"
they will play.
A Bad Poem about just a regular day.

Napkin #6:

You can always tell a
new band here.
Each members parents
stand out amongst this
under forty crowd.

They manage a beer over
a few hour period.
They are responsible
our parents are.
They look at me
writing this Bad
Drunken Bar Poetry
and think I'm a music
critic from some important
place - and they want their
kids to do well - to be
in a sound place - so they
keep looking at them
and me.

Napkin #7:

Drinking Mexican Coffee
drinking all day
might need to go to AA
not what it used to be
multiple lonely.
My friend Claudia
the bar maid
is afraid
but for respect
keeps serving me
and I drink until
something breaks
or gives
or leaves or needs.
I drink out of utter
loneliness, but I always
have. I love.

Napkin #8:

Never been more drunk
than I am tonight
just be quiet and well
behaved.

Yet they watch me
they have their bouncer
watching because no
one can drink this
much and be so quiet
no one can drink all
this and sit patient
writing poetry.
Very Bad Drunken Poetry.
DRW