it's the beer,
the bar,
the pretzels,
the conversation,
the smell,
the sound of trivia
on a Tuesday
night,
the sun still up
and burning.
the lazy bartender,
the tepid
world.
the mumble and
murmur of disinterested
small talk.
it's the social
clock you've
punched into while
thinking about home
and the quiet
you adore.
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