at last of age,
to drink
to go into a seedy nightclub
where
women
danced in less clothes
than you'd
ever seen.
the smoke filled room
was confusing.
is this
what it's all about?
is this
what being a grown up
is?
and the old men
sipping
weak
drinks, in trances, elbows
on the table
holding stacks
of one-dollar bills.
still
looking for an answer,
as Ginger
leaned
in with her long legs and
gruesome
smile
to wink.
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