The "Luck of the Irish" broke the glass
she didn't seem lucky at all.
Reddish hair, true
An inebriated college girl
Playing with a friend
Pushed back into
"You're drunk," probably the words
in hot beer-breath on the side of a snowy street.
I headed to the door--
A scold upon my lips
First day solo at the Gallery;
The manager had warned me.
"Can't pay me enough to be in town
on St. Patty's Day."
Not fast enough
A second playful push--
The girl's low slung belt studs
Started the crack
Look of fear on the girl's face
as she and her friend stumbled down the sidewalk--
I called to them.
A tall and heavy-set dark haired boy moved in,
waiting for the booze to dull rejection.
His arm around them
he guided them away, glaring at me.
What could I do?
Alone in the gallery.
They say the first time for things is always memorable...
I called the manager.
Then the posted number for the cops:
"BJ's Wholesale Club" they answered.
20 minutes later
A bar manager
converged on the sight.
My part done,
My information given
"That's an Irish name, isn't it? Somehow fitting."
I offer to walk into the neighboring bar--
Scout for the petty criminals.
I laughed, "They were wearing green and drunk--go figure."
The police laugh too,
Not much else to do.
I have issues with irresponsible creatures
"You don't want to go into a bar today,"
one officer says.
"I don't even want to be a cop today,"
the other announces.
"My insurance will only go up," the landlord says.
"We'll just fix it--Probably won't file a full report."
He's an immigrant and surely not Irish.
"They busted my bar's door earlier."
"But that was handled."
At least he'll make a profit selling green beers
to college kids today
Repairing the doors won't be much loss
for a bar on St. Patty's Day.
What would Patrick say?