Sunday, June 26, 2016

Donal Mahoney- A Poem


After-Hours Hot Spot

You never know 
who’ll be there though 
folks are dying to get in.

Then suddenly you're 
at the door, hat in hand, 
surprised to be there.

If the door opens 
you walk in. If not, 
you disappear.

No questions asked. 
No answers given.
Some say it’s wise 

to make a reservation. 
Others say never mind.
There’s no one's there. 

But when you're 
at the door, hat in hand, 
surprised to be there,

you have no choice. 
The door opens
or you disappear.
 
 

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