Get in – Get Out By Lisa Reynolds

The bartender tells me to drink up

Like there’s a time limit on downing a whiskey

I laugh and gesture for another

He’s a cute one

Sadly, too young for me

But I watch him anyways

Wonder if he’s got a woman at home

Maybe a kid too

Hard to say nowadays

No one shares

Everyone’s in a rush

To get in – get out

So we save our stories for the car ride home

Cabbie’s got no choice but to listen – right?

Lisa Reynolds is a writer of poetry and short stories, known for her reflective writing style. She is published in numerous online and print publications.  She lives in a small community east of Toronto, Ontario.