There’s Nothing Like Being
There’s nothing like being
in a crowded bar
in a foreign city
on a Friday evening
just after five
and you don’t know anyone
but it doesn’t matter
and you can’t speak the language
but it doesn’t matter
it’s enough to be there
to breathe in the relief
to share the belief
that Monday morning
is a life time away.
The prompt over at dVerse is to write a poem about movement, where am I going, where have I been.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Yup, some aspects of human nature are the same wherever you wander.
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How exciting to be in a different city and just observe and dive into the smells and food of the place. Monday is always so far away, from Friday night.
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I always loved travelling about and trying different foods and learning about different cultures. Some things are the same the world over
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A beautiful picture of life!
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Thank you!
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Apt description of a satisfying place.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome, Jim.
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Very cool Jim, but sometimes that lifetime flashes by.
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Too true, Rob!
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That’s a great feeling…of course these days a weekend off is a dream for many. I’m so glad most of my working career took place before cell phones. (K)
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Indeed!
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I suppose ‘happy hour’ transcends all national and cultural barriers. This reminds me of a few of your other poems on the good feelings of being elsewhere. Glad you can so easily feel home just about anywhere:)
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Ditto, Jim, you’ve got it dead right. Escape, and sometimes even better when you don’t speak the language. Unless there’s a fire.
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That’s a good safety tip, Steve, it’s probably wise to learn the word for”fire” in whatever country one visits!
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Unless you happen to be standing against a wall wearing a blindfold.
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