She and I Get a Drink

Something moved in the dark, A witches wart, A gunshot heard only by Sam Spade. The standing bass guitar began to play, Boop, bow, boom, bow!

Down and around the cement streets, Something moved a darkness inside. A broom fell from the sky, Creeping the Tenderloin. From our bar seat we saw it all.

From the sewers a webbed hand green and slimy Could just be someone from New Jersey.

The darkness spread covering the jukebox songs. A zombie staggering, its clothes ripped and holy, or is that just Johnny come to say he's sorry?

Vampires nested in corners, the necks of their victims Being raped, blood on the table spilled. "I'll have another vodka cranberry, please," Her lipstick smeared. "Make that two," His shirt and tie disheveled, Sweat on the collar.

We moved outside for a cigarette. The blackness covered the full moon, A speck of red underneath the clouds. In the distance we heard a loud howl. Something swooped over our heads; Was that a bat or a bird?

More whiskey inside and much more laughter. Disguising our tears, We stumbled on our chairs. I shouted, "Look in the doorway!" It was glowing and fog filled. "A werewolf!" We cowered in the corner as it slowly approached us. "Hey guys," he said with his hand out for a shake. It was one of the bartenders who went out for a smoke - He did have a hairy beard...

The other bartender asked us if we wanted another round, His eyes turning demon red. We threw our tip down And ran into the dark, surreal night.

By Don j Campana 2008