Sunday, August 4, 2019

The Crazy Lady in Turquoise by Julie Eger


Watches the man play his guitar,
his fingers dancing through the smoke,
hers along the edge of her thigh.
She knows the words to all his songs.
She knows the words and sings along.

She sits alone in this bar
that resembles a ship
with its starboard and port,
taffrail and helm.
It’s the first time
she’s been her in fifteen years.

Stout, pale ale, barley malt, 
candle in a red glass.
Reflection in the window
indicates the EXIT is outside.
Who would have thought?

She spies: trees like palms,
FIB’s in fine tailored suits,
a gay couple, lonely girl,
another round, her ex…

amidships where she saw him last.
She knows this is the Titanic
and that ship did sail long ago.



A three-time winner of the Wisconsin Regional Writer’s Jade Ring, Julie Eger’s work appears in Fictive DreamFlash Fiction for Flash MemoryRuncible SpoonFifty Word Stories, the Cadence Poetry AnthologyInner Circle Writers’ MagazineYour Daily PoemSpillwords and Potato Soup Journal. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband and a black Golden Doodle. You can connect with Julie at https://julieceger.wordpress.com/.

1 comment:

  1. A similar version of “The Crazy Lady in Turquoise” first appeared in a print copy of Bar Code - an anthology, published by Little Eagle Press in 2008 where all rights immediately revert to individual artists and authors.

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