Prompt 18 : narrative poem about an incident during my travels in Ireland

 

It happened one evening

in a town called Dingle

that found me in a pub

I was dining quite single

 

A new phone served as

a conversation starter

and saw 3 strangers inquire

If I’d like to hang out after

 

The hours that followed

I will never forget

From a clueless tourist

I became a local instead

 

We made our way from

one pub to another

In Guinness and music

the night was smothered

 

Until my new friends

In unison did declare

“We need a drinking machine”

That’s what ATM’s are called there