in the morning.
another shot
of tequila goes down
as the loud
band, beats out an old
song.
the silver haired
men, with ponytails,
and neuropathy
keep it going.
their voices straining to
hit the notes.
the tequila helps her
to remember
and forget, her foot
tapping beneath the table
to an old old
sound.
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