Bar Stool Brush-Off
There’s not a ghost of a chance
that you’ll crack my code,
free-wheeling know-it-all
that you are.
But as your hand smooths
that errant strand of hair
back into its perfect place,
I’ll hand you this:
every time you check your reflection
in the mirror behind the bar,
it is clear no number of looks
will clue you in to yourself.
The prompt for dVerse Poets is “Reflection.”

Party time
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But not for him!!!
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Strong words.
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So good Judy.
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Judy, one of the saddest things to see is a person who has depended on their looks all of their life who is now old and still clueless.
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Agreed.
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Oh, you nailed it, Judy! Some people will never see the truth.
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Thanks, Merril..
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You’re welcome, Judy.
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Ooh. BAM!! 😆
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Superb! Meanwhile, Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” plays on the jukebox in the background.
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Love it…
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We have all known those who live by their looks.
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Robert Redford has shown us what a cage that can be
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Not sure what you are commenting on re/ Robert Redford, Derrick. Are you referring to a film?
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He said it in an interview that was shown on our TV
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Do you remember what it was he said?
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“Cage ” was a word he used. Essentially he was acknowledging that his looks had given him his cinematic success but also hindered his receiving roles that didn’t depend on them.
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Thanks for clarifying that, Derrick. I can see the truth in what he said.
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immediately thought of carly simon– you’re so vain … you probably think this poem is about you … 🙂
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Love that song! Yes, it needs to play in the background of the blog, methinks.
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The guy in the picture and the poem somewhat remind me of Charles Bukowski. Great write. 👏
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I once gave a reading in Venice, CA and the reviewer from the L.A. Times wrote in my review that Charles Bukowski had walked into the room and listened as I was reading. Then Charles Bukowski wrote in and said no, he hadn’t been there. Ha. Brief thrill.
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Haha – I love it. An anti-story. There’s a poem in there somewhere too.
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