i could use a drink

i could use a drink, i tell
my pal
jimmy.
it's been along week.
my wife left me for the landscaper,
carlos,
my dog ran away
and my son
is questioning his gender.
my four oh one k,
is now a two oh one k.
he takes a flask out
of his seer sucker suit
coat
and says, here,
have a swallow of this.
southern comfort.
no, i tell him,
i mean lets go to a joint,
a dark bar
with a black and white
tv in the corner,
pretzels on the bar,
like the old days
and have a drink.
oh, he says, sipping on
his flask, sure,
let's go. i take the flask
and turn it up
to my lips.
good start.