Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Closing Time
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
This week’s poem, by Dave Morrison of Camden, uses the traditional approach of rhyme and meter for a contemporary subject: last call in a night club.
Closing Time by Dave Morrison
The bartender has just announced last call. It feels like bedtime did when we were young; we act surprised, and then we act appalled. It’s much too soon, and we aren’t nearly done, but just like then, no matter what we say, we have to move along, we cannot stay.The bouncer has a sideshow barker’s call: “Come on people, drink ‘em up, let’s go, it’s hotel-motel time, the clock on the wall says that this bar ain’t open any more…” When lights come on it’s unnerving to see the club in all its tattered misery.The soundman coils the cables on the stage just like a sailor making fast his ship. The weary waitress starts to feel her age and rubs her temples while she counts her tips. The barback lugs the cases up the stairs and fills the coolers with tomorrow’s beers.The sadness of anonymous goodbyes — we drain our drinks and shuffle out the door to make our way back to whatever lives we left to come here several hours before. Unfinished business always seems to shape our attempts at transformation and escape.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2011 by Dave Morrison. Reprinted from Clubland, Fighting Cock Press, 2011, by permission of Dave Morrison. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at email@example.com or 207-228-8263.