faces of the bar, grimacing
back at him, another drink
another door swing, another face
bar stools filled, bartender
busy, buzzing between bottles,
he looks up to catch a glimpse
of the “do you have too much
debt?”, commercial,
some ice cubes clink
in a lonely glass,
and the jukebox spills
a Molly Hatchet song.
When the clock shouts 3pm,
the older man near
the middle of the bar
says, simply,
“Son of a bitch”
and everyone drinks to that.
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