Last night I went to the bar

....to se tak stává

(česká verze přijde časem...snad)

Last night after a lengthy day at work

I felt like shutting the world out, no talk

 

So I escorted myself to that tiny bar at the end of street

giving my steps a prudent purposeful cheerful beat

 

Pulled the door, stepped inside, nonchalance

apprehension, second thoughts did not have a chance

 

I wasn't swinging my eyes left or right,

to the bar, I went ahead, directly and straight

 

Vodka and a drop of juice, I said

to that crooky looking, startled lad

 

I watched him fixing me the drink

then the bloke gave me a dirty wink!

 

There was no time to hesitate, to be shy

I told him to piss off, and I told him why

 

No need to get touchy, just being friendly, he muttered

but I could see his cheeks went all blushy, kinda red

 

Then he ignored me and put some music on

and I was left content, quiet and perfectly alone

 

Later, the fruitful talks around came back to life

discussing sports, women, spaceships and how to strive

 

I took out a cigarette and lit it with delight

oblivious, relaxed, enjoying the evening sight

 

And as I was about to order myself a second glass

someone called, come over you sweet tasty lass!

 

In a flash he ruined it, my tranquillity gone, as such

Oh you dimwit killjoy, thank you very much!

 

I swore to myself and gave the barkeeper the look

indicating to my glass, showing silence to the crook

 

This was the attention, I did not seek or long

made me wonder if the idea of coming was all wrong

 

But the vodka gently smoothly hit the tune within

I leaned forward a bit, a hand supporting my chin

 

My depleted cup got a number of unrequested top-up fills

and the air suddenly smelled of sunny sunny daffodils

 

Then from a distance the sound of the clapping shoes

disturbed my reverie, dismantling my jolly blues

 

Short hair, brown body-shaping shirt, stonewashed jeans

the posture, assurance, beam!  I’d fall for him back in my teens

 

I minded my glass and the irregular hum of the room

then he‘s approaching - oh god and I can’t even zoom

 

Sooo, till the wee hours we talked as only the old mates do

he had a cheeky smile, roaring laugh and a really funny hair-do

 

When the bar’s door finally shut behind our backs

I suggested we’d go to the river to feed the hungry ducks

 

Sounds like there’s no point of trying to reach the bed tonight

We’ll do that and wait till the morning turns the city bright!

 

Crossing the bridge in the morning mist was a delight on its own,

simultaneously enjoying the excitement and the calmness, bliss unknown

 

He held my gaze and both hands in his gentle but overlapping palms

did not say a word, but there was no reason for qualms...

 

Then he just disappeared, was gone, out of sight

and I felt on my face the touches of awakened morning light

 

I squeezed the piece of paper in my shaking hand

and could not sense, think straight or comprehend

 

Before I could see the handwritten lines, read the number or his name

I tossed it in to the river, torn inside - yet killing the burning flame!

 

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