The man sweeping the floors said, heh fellas,
get off your barstools and come outside,
the sun is playing hide and seek with the moon.
Six day-drinkers, some more steady on their feet
than others made their way out the front door,
noticing the cooler air and the darker skies.
Before anyone could burn their eyes by looking
directly at the son, a passerby offered a pair
of specially filmed glasses, which were passed
around, each man looking in wonder at the crescent
shaped sliver of sun showing through the otherwise
cloudy sky. Joe, took his turn looking at the spectacle,
then retreated back into the bar, two fingers
of scotch more interesting than nature’s gift.
Felix and Edgar, looked at the phenomena
several times, each time smiling and saying
“well, I’ll be dammed” or some derivative.
The other three never looked at the mostly
hidden sun. Jerome was held up by the building
wall, eyes heavy with drink, Butch confused
by where he was, wondered out loud
if he could order a bloody mary, and Jose,
missed the importance of the event
due to his steady absence from Tuesday
night second language classes.
All and all the experience was mostly wasted
on the daytime regulars, as one by one they
made their way back inside, the bartender
happy to have his customers back, as a
newscaster from CNN showed pictures
of the total eclipse witnessed by the crowd
assembled at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
By late afternoon the daytime crowd was replaced
by the after-work folks, who traded stories
about seeing the eclipse, while CNN switched
focus to breaking news from Ukraine.
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