.
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Wow!
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3 minutes to midnight…
the barkeep tends
to emptiness
—KYLE SULLIVAN
As a former barman and bar manager I can relate to this.
I was a restaurant bar manager so just before midnight could be quiet.
Brilliant and suitably disturbing phrase:
the barkeep tends
to emptiness
I am reminded of the Night Hawks in a coffee bar, but this time one of those odd almost off the mainstream public places, where there's no more than one or two customers, yet the venue still keeps going.
Kyle, here is my humble echo… in complement your fine, time conscious senryu.
__ Mayhaps the day's "final sip," is the "first sip" of each new day; time counts the heart beats.
a day's end
found in this pendulum's swing
the final sip
Yes! This brought me right back to slow nights working in a French bistro in Belfast when I was a student. You busy yourself tending to silly little tasks like folding napkins or re-polishing glasses to make the night pass quickly. I like this. At the risk of sounding like I'm copying Alan Summers, tending to 'emptiness' reminded me of Hopper's work 'Nighthawks'!
December 16th, 2016 at 12:04 pm
six windows
two tellers
the line grows longer
PS: I closed ^up a band-bar
last night on Atlanta Avenue!
December 16th, 2016 at 12:38 pm
puns don't work in haiku
December 16th, 2016 at 8:47 pm
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
Basho
translation, Robert Hass
December 16th, 2016 at 12:50 pm
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.
Wow!
.
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3 minutes to midnight…
the barkeep tends
to emptiness
—KYLE SULLIVAN
As a former barman and bar manager I can relate to this.
I was a restaurant bar manager so just before midnight could be quiet.
Brilliant and suitably disturbing phrase:
the barkeep tends
to emptiness
I am reminded of the Night Hawks in a coffee bar, but this time one of those odd almost off the mainstream public places, where there's no more than one or two customers, yet the venue still keeps going.
Alan
December 17th, 2016 at 8:07 pm
Kyle, here is my humble echo… in complement your fine, time conscious senryu.
__ Mayhaps the day's "final sip," is the "first sip" of each new day; time counts the heart beats.
a day's end
found in this pendulum's swing
the final sip
_m
December 17th, 2016 at 8:11 pm
(in complement >to< your fine)
December 21st, 2016 at 11:32 am
__ I view the above as senryu, not haiku; but then, I have… no credentials.
January 6th, 2017 at 3:42 am
Yes! This brought me right back to slow nights working in a French bistro in Belfast when I was a student. You busy yourself tending to silly little tasks like folding napkins or re-polishing glasses to make the night pass quickly. I like this. At the risk of sounding like I'm copying Alan Summers, tending to 'emptiness' reminded me of Hopper's work 'Nighthawks'!
marion