The night subsided
into cigarette smoke .'. ,
and neon, . .
branched out in traffic lights,
that dazzled through
the windows of the bars,
made connections with
my dab of aftershave
and a waterfall of women.
One such sat
on a stool up at the bar,
her showy legs
as slippery as her smile,
fingers slowly stirring .
a cocktail,
as her elbows skated
across the beer-stained veneer.
All that hard drinking…
this is why it’s worth iut.
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