“Bartender-Lonely”

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.

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