The Man In The Whiskey Bottle Poem by Romella Kitchens

The Man In The Whiskey Bottle



Women can't open up a bottle

and pour a man -- straight or

over the rocks.

Women can't touch then go

even though in this complicated world

They wish it were so...



Hot night in a bar.

All the pistols hidden

all the Black folks seeking,

thinking of the rough roads they

have ridden.



Touch. Touch. Pour.

Straight or over rocks.

Drinking passion of the spiritual clock.

Holding tight, pressing in, wishing

close will never stop.

The bartender pours into your glass this man

amber brown and beautiful.

Yet you know after everything, his ethics were

unsuitable.

Next time you drink and just leave alone --

blocking all the numbers on your telephone...

People can't just pour out all of their dreams

even though on a dark night

that's how it seems.