Professional day drunks
and former child stars
unable to find work
congregate well before noon
inside this strip mall gin mill
like it’s a prayer service
Grim faces clinging to faded glory
tell barstool lies to anyone else
punch-drunk on nostalgia
An addict shooting up
in the men’s room
is just as common
as a cheap whore giving head
next to the dumpster out back
Not even the L.A. riots
could keep this place
from opening at six a.m.
Watered-down whiskey
has no curfew
As if the Drawing Room
wasn’t filled with enough sadness,
someone put five dollars worth
of Bob Dylan songs on the juke