Yeah well, sometimes it’s like this.


Reading Poetry

Reading others poetry is for me
a handsome meal
The house wine
is always good enough
Potatoes, yes thank you,
I’ve always liked potatoes
and if there’s a green salad,
all the better

Dinner in a home is always up to par
with candlelight,
intimate conversation,
no choice of menu
There’s something putting off in wines
or words I can’t pronounce
Complicated sauces
and I’ve never been much for dessert

A fire would be nice
and good strong coffee at the end

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

available here in print
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