Saturday, November 23, 2019

Where We Left Off. By Cord Moreski


  
Before I even touched the bar counter,    
I ran into an old buddy of mine   
and immediately picked up    
where we left off almost a decade ago.    
   
I ordered a pitcher as we reminisced   
about traditional tattoos and the road trips   
to punk rock shows, and about keggers   
we kicked the hell out of every weekend    
   
and the 3 a.m. diner meals of black coffee    
and carbs topped with grease and syrup.    
We laughed into our glasses until they fogged  
then drank the beer from getting warm.   
   
And when it was finally time to go.    
Back to the spouses and the nine-to-fives,    
back to the array of bills and the uncertainty    
that waited for us outside the tavern doors.    
   
We left the conversation in mid-sentence,    
so we could pick up the rest of it again   
the next time we got the lucky chance   
of bumping back into each other. 





Cord Moreski is a poet from New Jersey. His work has been previously featured in As It Ought To Be Magazine, The Silver Birch Press, The Pangolin Review, Philosophical Idiot, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Rusty Truck Press, and several other publications. He is the author of the chapbooks Shaking Hands with Time (Indigent Press, 2018) and Stay Afloat Inside (Indigent Press, 2016). He is currently working on a new project for 2020. You can follow Cord here: https://www.cordmoreski.com

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