Barmaid Blues –

She’s a ‘seen it all before’ barmaid, pouring mirth and sentimental consolation down the throats of crazed men who’ve seen the nicotine brown ceiling neon strip lights through a vertical hold of an empty glass; they thought it was that white tunnel of death
Always getting near time, that half of one hour when she tucks in her mammary charms, sends men home to dream
Tomorrow, some will walk back in, talk about other women, one, in the surrealist way
A lot of women have come and gone here, every other bar stool empty, despite her.


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