for an hour or two on
ice
water
with a slice of lemon.
talking
to the bartender.
we share
remember whens.
he tells me
how i used to drink martinis,
or vodka
tonics,
how i used close the place
down.
flir5ting with
every floozie new
in town.
those were the days,
we both agree.
i tap the bar,
holding up my
melting ice,
rattling the tumbler
in the air.
one more for the road
Pete,
hit me again.
the clock says ten.
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