cards deep into the night
for mere
coins.
nothing we can't afford
to lose.
it's about
laughter and food.
stories.
old tales of love and youth.
a second or third
wife
might pay a visit.
we are working
stiffs,
collars of blue.
if we make it until midnight
i'll be surprised.
we don't even
drink anymore,
it's been decades since
any of us have
seen the sun rise.
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