at the bar.
red faced.
business suit. a salesman
of some sort.
he had a card.
always with the card.
the bartender kept them coming.
he tipped well.
heavy in his stool,
his tie
around his thick neck loose.
pretzels and dips,
a joke
or two.
and when he fell over
backwards
hitting the floor, we thought
he was done,
the legend gone.
but he jumped back up,
dusted himself
off and said.
one more for the road.
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