Imagine, a bartender lonely.
How can you stand so many people
Laughing, drunk. Shirts dirty
Themselves for the washing, waiting
For a woman’s hands. I’d steal
Their laughter, pawn it for a handgun
Just to piss someone off. I’d drink
Myself into mystical states, I’d get sick
On her doorstep for just a glass
of water. I’d do this for anyone
Who ever loved my sorry ass.