How did I get here?
I'm sitting at this old Kansas bar,
reading the liquor labels, Malibu, Skyy, Patron,
knowing no one, listening in on mundane conversations.
It's the same every night,
a new spot, new faces, new music,
I feel their eyes upon me,
the stranger in their midst.
Someday I may fit in.
I hope, while I wait my turn
in the singing rotation,
that I'm not unknowable.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.