their new (expensive) dresses
for beer and boys in polo
shirts. For an invitation--
a "handy" ride home.
The bartender squeezes a lemon, smoke
tangled in the threads of his Hawaiian shirt.
"2 more Buds--
a Bourbon and Diet,
please. Leave it open."
Neon lights plaster blood brick.
Scattered ashtrays & dollar bills.
Baseball, America.
Daily specials, shots, pitchers.
1978
Stuck on the old $ register;
worn silver, buttons click.
Jack Daniels sits, Jack Daniels
sings, and they dance like
"Yankees." Homerun girl's got
her win-face ready. Pitchers,
shots, pitchers, pitchers--
AND WE'VE GONE IN TO OVERTIME.
There are people cheering,
"RIP IT OFF!"
Begging for strong drinks,
stronger bladders.
Flimsy slips spin left, spin round.
Bleeding the same, bleeding all the same.
I've been here before.
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