My neighbour lumbers down the stairs
Making the empty beer bottles a symphony of rhythm
On my sideboard as the jazz continues now with
Miles playing Round Midnight which is where we are
Right now, desperately clinging to the hope that maybe
The next beer and smoke may finally see off this day
I've just lived and allow me to get some sleep.
About Bradford Middleton:
Bradford Middleton is a writer from Brighton on England's south coast. When he's not writing he can be found at the check-out at his job in a large supermarket chain or in his local bar. He loves one place and hates the other. His writing has or will be featured soon in chapbooks from Crisis Chronicles Press, Holy & Intoxicated Press and Analog Submission Press as well as online or in magazines like the Chiron Review, Paper and Ink, Razur Cuts, the Mad Swirl, where he is a Contributing Poet, Poems-for-All and the Bareback Lit anthology 'And So On'. If you like these why not send him a friend request at facebook at bradfordmiddleton1.
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