one more sale

the salesman
tired from his day
of persuasion
and white lies
of omission
relaxes
at the bar, ordering
drinks,
and staring
into his phone.
checking his notes
on what
he's earned
that day, that
week, the month
the year.
he calls everyone
buddy and
tells the bartender,
hey buddy, send a round
to the blonde
at the end
of the bar.
she waves, raising her
new drink, he
winks, then heads
over.
the work day is not
over just yet.