trading a rhyme for a player to be named later

trading a rhyme for a player to be named later

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

trading a rhyme for a player to be named later


I'm slung over the bar stool
I can't remember tomorrow

that bottle seems half-empty
like my life

this old tavern reeks of yesterday
autographed pictures don the walls

famous poets who once 
tipped a stein or two
within these confines

I grab another napkin
and my pen

hoping to find that wall one day
not the one I am up against

I unscrew the cap of my thoughts
and pour some more into my glass

drink away the day
create some verse

watch the ivy grow
the Cubs are losing again

my pen feels like a bat
and the words are baseballs

I can't hit.



erin-cilberto
7/31/21

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Man, have I missed your writing Jacob.... even when your words 'strike out' and you go down 'swinging', and the Cubs are losing once again, I am confident that your write to live will provide those words and your pen will flow.... seems as if a few of your 'home run'bools are decorating my shelves.... in fact I just pulled "pour me another poem, please' off the shelf...

anyway, Jacob, what's the name of this bar?? I will come and hang your name up there with the other poets...

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

you are so gracious, Curt, in your reviews...and your support of this old poet...I appreciate that y.. read more
redzone

1 Month Ago

that's really cool, a tavern named for the "Beats" ,,,,, beer and open mics now there is a nice nigh.. read more
This really gave me a charles bukowski feel. When the glass is half empty and your hands are in your head… you’re frustrated and beaten down.. time keeps passing… and the only panic becomes if this will succeed or plunge… doubts and frustration to say the least…

but you are gifted my friend.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

ah yes, the wife and girlfriend abuser...the tormented drunk...I guess I get in his moods sometimes... read more
lovelymarina

1 Month Ago

I guess I just meant in a way that unwinded the self doubt felt and anticipation behind bukowskis wo.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Oh my goodness, no, you did not offend me.
I know that he is well liked as a poet...
I.. read more
Intrigued by the title.

The glass half empty, and the last three lines, speak to me particularly about the struggles of a writer. There were flashes of Bukowski that came into my mind, with the references to the bottle and drink. This poet doesn't think he is writing at his best, he is missing the hits, this poet wants his work to live after his demise. He wants his life work to be remembered. I think every poet would understand that.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your understanding words, sis chris.
j.
When the glass is half empty it's bad enough, but when the vessel becomes a bottle, it's serious boozing time. As to those baseballs, I can sympathize. I'm striking out a lot lately, too.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

maybe we have bad umps, John!?

thanks for understanding,
j.
O h I don't know about that
I'd say you're quite apt at
hitting those words into
home runs framing the
WC walls .plus lots of fans
rooting for ya..sending a 100
boxes of cracker jacks your way

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your encouraging words, Fran,
j.
  Fran Marie

1 Month Ago

you're s o very welcome
Writing can be inspired by many things. We write because it is something that in within us. An entity that has a life of its own. Maybe, hoping, one day people will know my name for the words I have penned.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insightful words, PB.
j.
I was immediately drawn into this by the first few lines
Loved it the beginning the end the middle all amazing play of words
Thanks 🙏

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Julie,
j.
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Month Ago

Not kind just the truth 👀
"Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks...
I don't care if I never get back!". My granddaughter Maddie has found her Niche...
playing Girls Softball... A good preparation for the challenges ahead.
She and her Mother are on their way to Florida to meet some new Players.
Enjoyed your Metaphors and no Mosquito bites using my Laptop under Lamplight.
tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Month Ago


Patricia Wedel

1 Month Ago

Hi Jacob… Maddie is best as Short Stop… and also very good as Catcher… she started out in T-ba.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Wouldn't that be something....Olympic Gold...

she must be really good.
j.
Patricia Wedel

1 Month Ago

Madeline is Special, of course!!! Named after my Mom’s little sister Madeline. My daughter Edie .. read more
When our team is on a non winning streak it weighs heavier on us, that little chink of light in the week to look forward to grows weaker by the minute
I can't even figure out how to get in and get a drink, what with covid apps, face masks and having to go outside to smoke, socially distanced. And the pay and go never works either! And we do this for fun!!! 😊

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

When that chink of light goes dark...we are in trouble...
thank you, Lorry,
j.
There was strength in those words, that ability to say something simple and yet have it be powerful and meaningful is a skill that is relished by many. You share that skill with one of my favourite poets, Charles Bukowski.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

Thank you for your kind words, R.J...
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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