I sat that night,
next to an old man
-who-
through our deepest of conversations
offered me a job.

I laughed
insensitively
as he talked of $400 nights
and small uniforms

I sat that night,
with my devout bartenders
and ordered another
and another
and another

Until I called my brother
from a bathroom stall
To say
I have had too many
again
Can you please come pick me up...

As we sat in the car
I had to explain
that why this had happened
once again

I had to explain
my affinity for beer
-for a cold brew-
in a bar that lets me have
another
and another
and another...

09/02/2008

Posted on 09/02/2008
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