had two effects, although
neither
at the same time,
he'd
reminisce about
the life
before this one,
good times had for one
and all, or cry
about a tomorrow
that might not come
with
tragedy looming near.
he'd spill
his life into weary
ears as the drinks went
down, and then
at last
against the hard wood
of the bar,
his face in the shine
of the mirror
across, he'd tap down,
for one more.
just one more.
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