All the men at the bar bent over their phones

Ivar Kamke, “Drinking Men,” 1920

All the men at the bar bent over their phones and me among them, with Jimi Hendrix and sports recaps playing and the dull chatter that burbles and rolls like the tide spitting up their remains, making it all disappear beneath the cyclic churn of beers and commercial breaks and visits to the loo…and now the band Heart starts in, and I’m on my private thumb screen typing this here, but not here, and the neon sign outside blinks OPEN in the mirror and they just started the dishwasher and asked, do I want another beer?

Word count: 100, written on my mobile phone at the Pine Lake Ale House, Sammamish.

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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14 Responses to All the men at the bar bent over their phones

  1. ksbeth says:

    sounds like the makings of an eagles’ song to me…

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  2. kingmidget says:

    Well done, but …

    put the damn phone away!!!! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Feels like I’m right there. And you nailed the 100 word target!

    Detail: I bet the blinking sign in the mirror said “NEPO” — not OPEN. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    • pinklightsabre says:

      Righteous! Some funny odd effect, two mirrors made it read normally…something about reality often not working out in fiction or prose, it needs to be modified…that’s poorly put but I bet you know what I mean.


  4. Ann Scanlon says:

    I like that you used the word “loo”. Those Brits…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. walt walker says:

    Very good, sir. I like.

    Liked by 1 person

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