the sign goes up.
the chairs are on the tables.
the door locked.
the floor swept and the money
counted.
i look around the empty
room
once filled with friends
i knew.
i sit and pour
one more
for old times sake.
one more
for the good old days.
then i let myself
out the back
and drive home
to where a new love waits.
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