The bartender was receptive as usual.
He really didn’t have any 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
of cold Budweiser, 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 today’s love arena;
you have to be cautious of the fair maiden’s emotions.
We have to unlock freedom
when it’s hidden away in some dark castle dungeon, chained by by its glimmer of golden promises.
The price of a broken heart is paid for dearly 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, into the crisp night air.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2003
Poetry of Emotions 