Updated: Dec 15, 2020
The bartender was receptive as usual.
He really didn't have a choice,
being trapped behind the bar
for eight hours a night.
I told the bartender,
I wasn't here for conquests,
but for Mrs. Right.
Champagne, roses and violins
were more my style.
As I took another mouthful
I realized some shining
of my armor was needed.
Performing gallant acts
of chivalry was necessary.
The problem was finding the princess
who would appreciate
the gestures of a gentleman.
Slaying her fears of the male dragon, hidden in his lair of ignorance
was going to be a difficult task.
Gallantry is valid into days love arena.
You have to be cautious
of the fair maiden's emotions.
We have to unlock freedom
when it's hidden in some,
dark castle dungeon, chained by its glimmer
of golden promises.
The price of a broken heart
is paid for dearly by all of us,
who are searching for a romantic rendezvous.
The bartender said "I'm supposed to give
you advice, not the other way around."
That's when I got up, and walked out
of the smoke filled bar,
in to the crisp night.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2003