Sometimes You Need More Than Dreaming

I sat in the bar looking for the bottom of my drink, I didn’t want there to be one. That would mean I’d have to go home. I guess, I was taking my time sobering up ever so slightly before I took another sip of the house whiskey I had ordered. I took the sip as if it was a sigh, turned the glass in my hand listening to the beauty and the relieving sound of ice on glass. I looked in the mirror that stood behind the shelves of liquor behind the bar. I caught my eyes reflection, I thought the mirror was dirty, but maybe it was me. 

This old bar in New York I had passed several times but never gone in. It was one of those old fashioned 1950s classy but dingy places where the bar tender still wore a tie and waist coat. In the corner you always find a balding man by himself smoking a cigarette. The smoking ban has no got rid of those iconic lonely stereotypes. You can’t look lonely standing outside of a bar in New York, there are always people asking you for a light or trying to ask you questions about yourself just to make conversation, just to talk to someone. Come to think of it, maybe thats the loneliest image ever.

I took a slow look outside to the streets, the rain had died off, to a slight drizzle and the occasional yellow cab would drive by splashing through the puddles on the street. yellow lights off. You never got a cab in New York when it was raining. A cab? I’ve been here too long. I mean taxi. An Englishman in New York, how romantic. I watched a womanly figure under an umbrella. My heart skipped a beat. You could tell this girl was gonna be stunning. Just by the way she moved. She had the most feminine  black umbrella and the most striking red bracelet on her wrist. The strangest thing was she was wearing a white flowery dress, roses on it, I think. I watched her as she approached the entrance to the bar and the door opened with a creak.

“Fucking hell, I’m soaked all ready” a man shook himself like a dog in the doorway.

I noticed she was still in the streets she ran quick step across the street. Her dress swaying from left to right.

‘nice legs, cute arse.’ I thought,

I never saw her again.

people always seem to let you down.