3 minutes to midnight…
the barkeep tends
to emptiness
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Kyle Sullivan
Kyle Sullivan's work has appeared in both print and online journals such as Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Acorn, The Heron's Nest, A Hundred Gourds, Wild Plum, and others. He lives in Kaohsiung, Taiwan.
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six windows
two tellers
the line grows longer
PS: I closed ^up a band-bar
last night on Atlanta Avenue!
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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'!
six windows
two tellers
the line grows longer
PS: I closed ^up a band-bar
last night on Atlanta Avenue!
puns don't work in haiku
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
Basho
translation, Robert Hass
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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
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
(in complement >to< your fine)
__ I view the above as senryu, not haiku; but then, I have… no credentials.
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'!
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