The bar,
always the bar
with a silent moment
straggling behind,
failing
to keep up
with the excited and bubble in nose conversation.
I always met the most
interesting,
beautiful
and charming people
nestled in the bar fly mode;
you chiefly amongst them
dear Carole Labrum…
I raise a glass and toast your honour,
to the only person that ever drove across
two states to hear me talk
and ignore
the silence
wheezing and puffing
exhausted in the background.