The Lost Cowboy
One Too Many
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When I was a young man, I used to love sitting in bars writing poetry. I have been sober for quite a long time (and am incredibly thankful for my sobriety) and tonight is the first time I have actually sat in a bar in over a dozen years.
This is also my first time to ever have a mocktail, and I must say I am surprised how yummy it is. Who'd have thought watermelon, cordial and egg whites could taste so great.
The weather continues to allow the Fed IV. I randomly discovered a tiny little clothes shop in a back alley today whose owner makes her own clothes and I loved it. I purchased three items from her - I am including some photos below - and she threw in a freebie just because she's awesome.
Happy Tuesday from Bangkok to all you hat lovers. I am including the poem I wrote at this jazz bar below the photos. I write an awful lot of doggerel, but even bad poetry - like b movies - can have a charm.
07JAN25
Disappointment.
I sit over my virgin watermelon cordial with egg white
(for the foam)
and think of you.
I missed you tonight,
too late, too impatient,
too fragile and too
impetuous ...
still trying to sort out this BTS/RTS/MRT situation...
(oh the foam!)
They are not the same, damn you ticket counter seller with the crazy good English and still unable to explain that I need a different ticket for each damn one!
(foaming...)
So instead of in your arms, here I am in this empty jazz bar
waiting for the band.
The night is sleepy.
Nobody gets dressed up
on a Tuesday...
not even in Bangkok.
This is also my first time to ever have a mocktail, and I must say I am surprised how yummy it is. Who'd have thought watermelon, cordial and egg whites could taste so great.
The weather continues to allow the Fed IV. I randomly discovered a tiny little clothes shop in a back alley today whose owner makes her own clothes and I loved it. I purchased three items from her - I am including some photos below - and she threw in a freebie just because she's awesome.
Happy Tuesday from Bangkok to all you hat lovers. I am including the poem I wrote at this jazz bar below the photos. I write an awful lot of doggerel, but even bad poetry - like b movies - can have a charm.
07JAN25
Disappointment.
I sit over my virgin watermelon cordial with egg white
(for the foam)
and think of you.
I missed you tonight,
too late, too impatient,
too fragile and too
impetuous ...
still trying to sort out this BTS/RTS/MRT situation...
(oh the foam!)
They are not the same, damn you ticket counter seller with the crazy good English and still unable to explain that I need a different ticket for each damn one!
(foaming...)
So instead of in your arms, here I am in this empty jazz bar
waiting for the band.
The night is sleepy.
Nobody gets dressed up
on a Tuesday...
not even in Bangkok.
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