Anton played guitar
Down at the speakeasy
It always smelled like booze and cigarettes
But it kept him busy
He loved seeing smiles all around him
Sneaking together to get a drink or two
Flirting and dancing and laughing
With his guitar and smooth voice
He serenaded them all night long
Until the police came knocking…
Down At The Speakeasy:
This poem is a response to one of Kevin’s No Theme Thursday image prompts for this week. Shoutout to him and do check out his site if you haven’t already!
I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t been that active recently. It’s just that I’ve been quite busy with real life stuff for the last couple of days. And I’m busy tomorrow as well, actually. So, you’ll find the comments switched off for today’s post. I’m still responding to comments from my previous post and will try to stop by your blogs when I get the chance. Probably Monday.
I’ve also gotten a little busy with writing recently and since my brain is finally braining I want to get the words out while I can. I’m on a bit of a writing kick and I also need to put the final touches on my poetry book that should be published really soon! I’ll do the cover and title reveal next week.
Back to the poem, the image was giving old timey speakeasy to me so I just went with the theme.
What did you think of this prompt image and my poetry response? Don’t let me know in the comments below because my comments are switched off lol! Just tell me telepathically…
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