Sat on my own in a spoons
A few years ago, I could think of nothing worse
A few months ago, I’d have been terrified of the idea
But faced with interacting with strangers
That aren’t even strange
People I know on the off hand
Not well enough to keep up
Not well enough to fill in
On the dramatic swings my life takes
At every given turn
I’d rather sit on my own
In a crowded bar
Alone with my own thoughts
Surrounded by strangers’ conversations to keep
My busy brain from running circles round itself
Tag: hospitality
Where To Turn? – R.W.
I’m not sober but I’m awake so that’s a win.
I stopped having feelings or opinions a couple of weeks ago
Around the time when things got super weird.
Out of control
Out of my control
Never thought I’d see the day
I stopped fighting
I stopped fighting for the guys.
I can’t even advocate for me right now let alone them.
How am I supposed to lead when I’m losing ?
Everything, every day
They ask me where I go when I don’t know the answers
To stuff knowing I don’t get on with the people I’m supposed to trust.
And I don’t have an answer because its technically them
They don’t want to go to them, and I’d normally just ask you.
You’re so far away
You’ve got your whole own life
And I’m just here
Not fighting anymore
Awareness Breeds Recovery – R.W.
‘I’m worried about my drinking’
It’s quite an honest conversation
Held in the calm of the office
Away from the chaos of the bar
‘Why’ ‘you’re doing okay’
That’s not how I feel
The pull of the numbing solution
To the way things have changed
Away from dealing with
Anything
Alexa – R.W.
I’ve never seen a person threaten an Alexa before
Holding knife to it
Threatening it to continue
With the twinkle of Christmas music
In the first week of September
Starting to feel like autumn
Cookimg roast dinner in our sweats
Starting to feel like family
Drinking wine from mugs, as we catch up in one of our flats
Starting to feel like we belong
We’ve found our groove, the centre of our walkable lives
In this here there is love
From Cookline to Home Kitchen – R.W.
There’s a mood
I can’t quite put into words
It’s the drive home
In the pouring rain
Beating the windows
But they’re still open a crack
To let the cool air in
After my shift
Twice as long as an office day
Hotter than summer
Stuck on the cook line
Of the kitchen
I’m no chef
Not meant to be here
But it comes with the job
Music blaring
Trying to block out the ringing
Of the bar music in my ears
As I carry the tone of the night
Home with me
Holding On – R.W.
I know I’m not keeping up
Not holding myself where I want to be
But this time I know
That I’ll work it out
It’ll be okay
I’m prioritising my stress levels
I might be behind
On the roster I wrote myself
Of when I needed to be complete by
But the noise inside my head
Is undercontrol
For the first time in a very long time
Comute – R.W.
I like the comute home
And sitting on the sofa
Eating my partners cold leftovers
Before I climb into bed
Time to relax
Shake off what happened today
Another day of new stresses
Wishing I had a normal job
But knowing I could never
Survive the 9 to 5 grind
Remove the day
Before I go to sleep
Ready to start a new one
We Do This Well – R.W.
It comes and goes
We know what this does
Waves of people
Your rotas look heavy
Where will all these people
Fit behind the bar
Yet the on lookers remark
How efficient this is
Served within a few minutes
Unlike the other bars in the city
Supposedly branded just for this
But we do it better
We do everything better
Shift from something more complex
To this easy service
That makes us more money
So we can have more people here
Than the average Saturday
This we do well
Scots on the Lose – R.W.
Win or lose
We’re on the booze
Chants from the Scots
Lining up their shots
The rugby’s back
Our first home game
Where everyone behaves like they would
A strong day for a strong business
That looks after themselves
We don’t get trouble here you see
The works not tough
Not like our normal Saturday
The hardest part of rugby days
Is the length
Starting with the first drinkers in the morning
Rushing out food to fuel
Their heavy days
But we don’t serve a meal
After the first kick off
A wet led business
Not iur usual split
We shift from cocktail bar to pints
As the fans put on a performance
That rivals the competing team
All day sessions
Home by 9pm
Lacking an evening trade
Nearly entirely
Open just for the stragglers
That have held on this far
Before we switch all the plastics
Menus and tables
Back to what they were before
Taking today
What head office thought
We’d make all week
We’re back into rugby season
First win of this season
And the results are here to stayWin or lose
We’re on the booze
Chants from the Scots
Lining up their shots
The rugby’s back
Our first home game
Where everyone behaves like they would
A strong day for a strong business
That looks after themselves
We don’t get trouble here you see
The works not tough
Not like our normal Saturday
The hardest part of rugby days
Is the length
Starting with the first drinkers in the morning
Rushing out food to fuel
Their heavy days
But we don’t serve a meal
After the first kick off
A wet led business
Not iur usual split
We shift from cocktail bar to pints
As the fans put on a performance
That rivals the competing team
All day sessions
Home by 9pm
Lacking an evening trade
Nearly entirely
Open just for the stragglers
That have held on this far
Before we switch all the plastics
Menus and tables
Back to what they were before
Taking today
What head office thought
We’d make all week
We’re back into rugby season
First win of this season
And the results are here to stay
Holiday Lady – R.W.
They call me the holiday lady
Some mix between the amount I take
And the amount of time I spend sorting other peoples
Getting them the time they need off
Somewhere along the line the message got lost
If you’re looking for a holiday
Talk to rhi
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