Friday Night

I wrote this poem for our favourite local restaurant. A group of us dined there every Friday night.

Friday Night – Podcast

A simple meal, what’s the big deal?

Well, it meets several needs…

By Friday night we’re hungry to satisfy

Our craving for our delicious weekend life.


Often, I think what are we doing?

Working so hard during the week

We squeeze in time on the weekends

For hobbies, fitness, family and friends.


By Friday night we’re simply hungry

Hungry for friends with which to escape

For an hour or two in the alfresco hue

Familiar faces at the same café.


It’s refreshing to spend the evening

To welcome in our busy weekend

Sharing a meal that we don’t have to cook

To eat and drink, laugh and talk.


A menu of friends, close and irregular

A mixture of age and demographic

We sit each week at the same table

No strings attached, no membership.


It’s organic, it’s urban

Authentic, spontaneous

As Monty Python says,

An Autonomous Collective.

Beverley Joy © 2018 of Simply Story Poetry

You can listen to all my poems on several podcast platforms here

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