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The Brazen Head (Working Title)

The lights were dimmed to a near black

 A small TV broadcasted football matches

To drunken lads

Smoke from burnt cigarettes

Radiated from brown glass dishes

And created a cover to clear vision

The Dubliners broke through the stereo:

Sean Cannon’s gruff voice echoed in my ears

As the sound filled the musky pub

I sat in the dismal corner

With lined up empty shots of whisky

Numbing my ruined heart

You sat with your mates

Drinking Guinness after Guinness

As The Bohemians challenged Cork

Your chants of impending victory,

Overpowered Sean’s lenient notes

And occupied the space between our stools

Glances, on both sides, were stolen

In unsubtle alluring gestures

A flick of the hair, a bend of the neck

Our eyes locked through smoke and pints

I gave you a flirtatious smile  

And you tilted your pint, beckoning me

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NOTE: The Brazen Head  is the pub in Dublin that this poem takes places in. The Dubliners are an Irish band who play...Irish songs and Sean is the lead singer.