Brown Bottle Blues
Brown bottles litter her world.
They are everywhere,
Surrounding her with the Brown Bottle Blues.
Many, still full and sealed
For the future, wait patiently
In her over-crowded liquor cabinet.
Most, laying empty on their sides
Like so many dead soldiers,
Wait patiently to be sent to the recycle bin.
A Few are always halfway from
Here to there, they wait patiently
On nightstands and bathtubs.
Brown bottles litter her world.
They are everywhere,
Surrounding her with the Brown Bottle Blues.
There are always a few
Here to there bottles within her reach.
They are like a quiet friend
Who never talks back,
Who is always there for comfort.
Bottles that are always
Willing and able
To soothe her soul
As she embraces these
Brown Bottle Blues.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 