He had me
locked in an
endless handshake and
he was talking
so close that
spittle was hitting
my face
locked in an
endless handshake and
he was talking
so close that
spittle was hitting
my face
As he talked
he gestured with
the glass of
beer in his
other hand splashing
it all over
himself and the
floor and my
shoes
I kept thinking
how do I
get this guy
to let go
of my hand
so I can
get a glass
of gin To
kill all these
germs he is
spitting In my
mouth
how do I
get this guy
to let go
of my hand
so I can
get a glass
of gin To
kill all these
germs he is
spitting In my
mouth
It’s always the
big drunk guy
who pushes his
way to the front
From his book Blank Canvas on Bloody Pavement
Dan Holt is blues singer/songwriter/recording artist, poet and fiction author from a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. He has produced 11 albums of original music along with various singles and eps. Like most writers, his work has been published in various online and print journals. After many years away from the poetry scene, Dan has returned to writing poetry in 2021.
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