December 27, 2016

I dropped 30¢ and a letter on a sandwich he left at the bar,

took a bite because it needed taking under the 

hot sun lamps –– smut on my nose. That 30¢

should be enough to buy a one way phone call to 

another time. Same bar. New me? 

And the letter? 

That’s good for a lap da...

November 21, 2016

Hard rain pummels panes of glass while wet rings take

residence where our drinks once bled out

onto the hardwood bar while we waited for the next

2:19 out of each other’s minds. For good.

Behind the counter, a Marilyn Monroe nibbles on her 

pencil, then jots down some digit...

November 14, 2016

I watch the little red-headed Filipina

collect the candles from the café tabletops 

and blow them out one by one.

All except mine. Without a glance, she assumes 

I need the light.

That’s how you know you’ve become

a regular––when the waitress keeps a flame

burning for you at...

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